Demon's Bluff by Jerry B. Jenkins

Author:Jerry B. Jenkins
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2010-09-10T00:00:00+00:00

35

THERE WAS NO point denying it, Trevor decided. He was incredible. He could do anything he wanted. Even make irritating tagalongs disappear with the power of his voice.

He admired himself in the hotel room mirror. He was huge, with blood-red biceps and bulging thighs. Impressive. But it was time to get back in disguise. He yanked the fake skin over his limbs and slipped his powerful body into the weak human state others so admired.

He couldn’t believe how easy it had been to rid himself of those two whining annoyances. Maybe he could do more. The sky was the limit when you were developing demon skills.

Not an hour before, Trevor had dreaded even the thought of another day in this dull, dusty town. Now he could hardly wait for the Spirit Fest to begin.

ON SATURDAY NIGHT Patch would be part of the First Annual Demon’s Bluff Prayer Rally. As people passed during the day, he handed out flyers and offered to pray with anyone who desired it. The occasional rebuffs didn’t bother him.

Erin, Molly, and Jarrod went from booth to booth promoting the event.

Patch saw a girl with tattoos on both arms, reminding him of the small fish-shaped mark on his own ankle. He knew he should include the Tattooed Rats in his prayers. Surely they were doing the same for him.

At eight thirty in the evening the believers would move toward the prayer circle campfire on Demon’s Bluff. Patch couldn’t wait. He craved God’s touch.

Suddenly he felt an icy cold crawl up his neck, despite temperatures in the 100s. What had caused that? Maybe all the posters he kept ripping down all over the place. The last thing he needed was some stranger recognizing him and dialing the reward hotline.

And then he saw him: Trevor, blond and trim, carried an armload of posters and was slapping them on every telephone pole and blank wall and window he came across.

Patch slipped behind a large booth and knelt in the rock-strewn aisle. He didn’t worry who might see him or what they might say.

He prayed.

And when he opened his eyes, Trevor stood over him, already on his cell phone.

“Didn’t know cowards showed their faces in the daylight.” Patch stood and yanked Trevor’s spiky hair. Obviously he didn’t feel a thing. The guy didn’t make a sound or even blink. Patch realized for the first time that Trevor’s eyelashes were stuck on over the holes to allow the thing hiding beneath to peek out.

Trevor whacked Patch’s hands away. “People will wonder.”

“Great idea! Hey folks, gather ’round. See the frightening son of the devil.”

“Would you shut up? ”Trevor backed away, scuffing up the red dust. People gathered, staring.

“Ashamed of your family?” Patch said. “Only like fighting in the dark?”

Trevor turned and ran, feet slapping the ground like horse hooves. He would be back, and Patch would be ready.

WELL, IF IT isn’t Nancy, the wandering maid,” Lori said. “So glad you could join us.”

“Forgot about the time. Sorry, Lori. Sorry I’m late, sorry about everything.

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