THE LAST GHOST OF CHRISTMAS by Jesse Colt

Author:Jesse Colt [Colt, Jesse]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mayhew
Published: 2020-11-19T18:37:55+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Jim slapped his frozen mitts together, hurrying to reach the bustling church and the relative warmth of the silent sanctuary. He pushed through the frosty doors, skirting the shimmering tree and the small assembly, equally divided between the crackling short wave and the silent splendor of the great pine. He hurried past the priest’s office where Father Stait and Geezer were reviewing the rough map under the flickering kerosene lamp.

“Jim, thank goodness you’re back,” the priest called to him. “We were just going to send someone for you. Nester can’t make it. Geezer needs you to go along with him.”

Jim started to sputter. This was impossible! Nester had volunteered to go. Why couldn’t Nester make the flight?

“Yes, I’m afraid he got a little carried away with the rye and lack of sleep. We practically had to carry him to Red Bear’s cabin. We got into a rather exhilarating discussion about Nester’s lifestyle and values.” The priest chuckled at the memory.

Jim spun around and stormed across the snow. “Let me see if I can wake the bastard up. He is probably just playing possum,” he snarled. Nester would enjoy sending him into the wilderness while he slept off a few drinks.

He raged along the snowy path to the tiny cabin, silently cursing his hard-drinking colleague. Damn him! The son of a bitch had made a covenant with a priest and a little girl who thought they were angels. Now he was trying to stick Jim with the obligation! He would shake the cocky Ukrainian from the liquor-induced stupor. Drag his hairy bare balls across the rough ice until Nester screamed himself awake.

He pounded the door open and charged into the small bedroom. Nester was sprawled across a narrow bunk. His heavy flannel shirt was open, exposing his hairy chest. He was snoring loudly, and the smell of booze hung on the crisp air like a sour vapour. Beside him on the cold bed was the largest husky Jim had ever seen. It was Brutus, the husky the priest had warned Nester to avoid. The snow-white coat was a dead giveaway. For a moment Jim froze, expecting the dog to launch an attack.

The old sled dog who hated white men. The hoary killer that had a tendency to snap at strangers, was cuddled contentedly against Nester in the frigid room. The dog’s massive head was over his lap. The imposing creature appeared totally at ease with the stranger sharing his bed. Nester’s left hand was twisted into the powerful dog’s mane. The giant husky appeared to outweigh Nester by at least 15 kilos.

“Zary, get your God Damned lazy ass of that fucking bed,” Jim cursed.

Nester answered with a snore and a drunken grunt. Jim guessed that he had consumed the best part of a bottle of rye. The man had hardly slept for close to 48 hours. The husky lifted his enormous head from Nester’s sleeping body. The powerful dog raised one corner of his black lips, revealing a set of imposing teeth.

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