Blood on the Moon (The Federal Witch Book 7) by Paul T S

Author:Paul, T S [Paul, T S]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Blood on the Moon
Publisher: T S Paul
Published: 2018-01-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Coach Chris Fox, known as Foxxy, by his former teammates and friends was new to Jackson. He was recruited by the school board to coach the zero to thirty-five, Wolves. The team was ranked last in the state. The coach had played ball all his life ending his college career with an All-State award and a national contract. A drunk driver ruined any chance he had to play professionally. But he’d earned a degree in education along the way and teaching the game was definitely in his wheelhouse.

Fully immersed in the pre-season, the coach paid very little attention to the world and town around him. Small towns were small towns as far as he was concerned. The Nebraska resident grew up quasi-rural just like so many of his students here in Jackson. He had one season to win or at least place in the state. Both his job and his future relied upon it.

“Coach, can we take off?” The last stragglers of Friday’s workout asked as they hustled in from the track. Half the team was made up of seniors.

Chris looked up at the darkening sky and then his watch. “Guys we’ve got about an hour left of practice to go.”

The boys looked at each other, and all shrugged. Two of the seniors snorted and ignoring the coach, walked past him to their cars. “Didn’t anyone tell you? It’s the Induction this weekend.”

Coach Fox could only stare at his students as almost half of them left the field without asking. “The what? We need to practice! Just because this week’s game was canceled doesn’t mean we quit now. Why is everyone leaving?”

“We told you. The Induction. It’s the real reason the game was canceled. My parents told me to get home as fast as possible. We have to all be indoors at nightfall,” Lester Jenkins the school’s best tight end replied.

The rest of the team members either ran back into the school to change or just climbed into their cars. They left Lester alone with the newcomer coach.

“What’s the Induction? Are you boys leaving me and joining the military all of a sudden?” Chris watched as the cars in the parking lot sped away.

“No one told you?” Lester asked the coach.

“Told me what?” Chris asked.

Lester shook his head gripping the helmet in his hands. “Oh, man! You’re screwed.”

A horn sounded, and Lester looked over his shoulder to see a county sheriff’s vehicle waiting. “That’s my dad. I’ve got to go. Coach, trust me on this. Leave all this crap here and go home. Lock your doors and don’t answer them for anything, no matter who they say they are.”

The horn sounded again. A voice yelled, “Son, get your ass in gear!”

“Remember what I said, nobody!” Lester yelled as he hot-footed it off the field and across the parking lot. His helmet, pads, and jersey dropping off abandoned along the way.

“What is the Induction?” Chris muttered to himself as he picked up all the abandoned equipment. His team would have hell to pay next practice.

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