Seeing Is Believing by Lindsay McKenna

Author:Lindsay McKenna [McKenna, Lindsay]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Seeing is Believing
ISBN: 9781460392126
Google: MZaeCQAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00Y2V8SP2
Goodreads: 25911023
Publisher: HQN Books
Published: 2014-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Diana stared up at Wes, not quite believing what he’d said. The feelings coursing through her confirmed what she’d heard. To be in his arms, to feel his natural strength and be the recipient of his care overwhelmed her confused senses. Other pictures kept impinging upon her consciousness, and she struggled to sit up on her own.

“Wes…get a paper and pencil.” She pressed the palms of her hands against her closed eyes and leaned forward, resting them against her drawn-up knees. “Hurry. I’m getting all kinds of impressions….”

Muttering beneath his breath, Wes heaved to his feet and raced into the living room of the casita to retrieve his briefcase. Throwing it on the bed, he glanced anxiously at Diana, who remained motionless on the carpeted floor. His heart was pounding with fear as he found a legal pad and pen. Sitting down next to her, his back against the bed, he said, “Go ahead.”

“I see her. I see Ruth. She’s a small woman, built like a bird, very skinny. She looks so gaunt. So unhappy.” Her voice broke with tears. “The gourd. She held the gourd. It stunned her. She threw it up into the closet.” Diana tried to take the urgency out of her voice, but she felt so many serrated emotions. “I hear angry voices. She’s arguing with someone…a man. It’s a man.” The pictures faded and she waited. Perhaps more would come.

Wes waited tensely, pen poised above the pad. He was holding it in a death grip. Glancing over at the dangerous gourd, he wondered how he possibly could have questioned Diana’s knowledge. Angry at himself because she had deliberately put herself on the line for him, to protect him from his own ignorance, he compressed his lips.

“Wait…” Diana tried to relax. She knew that only if she was calm and serene within herself would the pictures come. Trying to settle her racing heart and concentrate fully on the sensations she retained from touching the gourd, she whispered, “I see something….”

A canyon materialized, a red-sandstone canyon. Diana began to describe it. “I see the entrance to this canyon, and what I see most prominently is a profile of a man’s face on this huge rock. It looks Mayan, or Aztec, and he had his mouth open, as if he’s singing….” The picture dissolved, and moments later Diana saw another scene. “I see a dusty, rocky path, and I’m walking along it. It’s very steep and veers off to the right. Oh…I see, there’s a cave up there. A huge cave carved out of red sandstone. There’s an ancient Indian dwelling in it. I see a small tree at the back of the cave. It shouldn’t be living there, but there’s a small pool of water around it. Enough water seeps through the sandstone walls to keep the tree from dying, and sunlight reflects in off the walls.”

The picture dissolved and Diana waited. Nothing more came. Shakily, she removed her hands from her eyes and looked at Wes.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.