Murder at Camp (Pineville Gazette Mystery Book 5) by Wendy Meadows

Author:Wendy Meadows [Meadows, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Majestic Owl Publishing LLC
Published: 2019-10-31T00:00:00+00:00

The cabin grew dark, wet, and creepy as Tom confessed his dark secrets to Mary. Stephanie managed to locate an old candle sitting on the mantel of the fireplace and lit it using a pack of matches Tom had hidden in his jacket pocket. The candle did very little to spread light into the cabin—but some light was better than no light. “The candle isn’t much and sure isn’t going to last us through the night,” Stephanie explained. “I have all of my supplies in one of the sleeping cabins. When the storm ends, we need to change cabins as quickly as possible.”

Betty didn’t like the idea of leaving the safety of the main cabin—if you considered being trapped in an old, damp cabin being safe. “We’re trapped until morning, aren’t we?” she asked in a fearful voice. “We’re trapped with that man running around outside.”

“I’m afraid so,” Stephanie told Betty in a sorrowful voice.

Mary folded her arms. “I don’t think that man outside wants to harm us,” she said and nodded at Tom. “I think the man outside knows who the real enemy is.” Mary studied Tom’s shadowy face and shook her head. “The man outside could have harmed us at any time, yet he didn’t. He also could have killed Dylan and his uncle, but he didn’t. Right, Tom?”

Tom glared up at Mary with scared and angry eyes. “That savage is a killer,” he exploded. “Why, he dragged me to a cave and left me there for dead!”

“A cave?” Stephanie asked. “Tom, are you talking about the old Lake Cave?”

“I don’t know what you call the cave,” Tom growled at Stephanie. “All I know is that one minute I was standing at the lake with Dylan discussing options of escape and the next minute that savage appeared...knocked Dylan unconscious...and attacked me.”

Tom closed his eyes, saw a powerful man with long black hair on his head and war paint on his face—a man dressed in some kind of brown deer skin—throw a knife at him. The handle of the knife struck his pistol. The pistol was thrown into the wind. “He tried to kill me!”

“But he didn’t,” Mary told Tom. She looked away from his face and studied the candle sitting on the mantel for a second. She glanced at Betty’s worried face and then focused back on Tom. She began to speak but before she could say a word, the front door was kicked open. A tall, powerful man appeared in the doorway just as lightning lit up the sky, casting a spooky glow over the man.

“Mary...it’s...it’s...him,” Betty cried out, and then of course...Betty fainted.

Mary felt fear and panic scream into her heart. Every fiber in her being begged her to flee. Instead, she kept her eyes on the doorway. “Who...are you?” she demanded.

“The name the white man gave me is John Cunningham. The name my tribe gave me is Soaring Eagle. You call me John.” John Cunningham spoke in an accent that sounded more like a down-home farmer than a powerful hunter.

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