Murder Fir Christmas by Joyce Lavene & Jim Lavene

Author:Joyce Lavene & Jim Lavene [Lavene, Joyce & Lavene, Jim]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Female Sleuth, Christmas, ghost, Cozy Mystery
Amazon: B016APS2PI
Publisher: J. Lavene
Published: 2015-12-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Bonnie had left her gun in the house. She wasn’t on duty, but she knew she should always be prepared. Trouble didn’t respect her time off. Still, she didn’t get that kind of impression from him. He looked harmless.

“I mean you no harm, Unega Awinita.”

“I’m sorry. I think you have me confused with someone else. I’m Bonnie Tuttle. This is my family’s Christmas tree farm. Would you like a tree?”

“Why should I cut a tree when I have them all for my enjoyment?” He raised his staff high as he spoke and cast an eye upon the forest around him.

She shivered, as the trees did, at his words. An eerie feeling seeped into her.

The old man put his hand on the stag’s neck. “Something puzzles you?”

“Only why you’re here. What can I do for you, sir?”

He laughed as he stroked the stag’s neck. “She asks what she can do for us, when it is we who have come to help her.”

The big stag snorted and nodded its massive head, as though he was laughing with the old man. He pawed the ground, plumes of his breath freezing in the air.

“Okay. I’ll bite. What have you come to help me do? And why are you calling me Unega Awinita?” Bonnie stared them both down as she tried to understand what was going on.

“We have come to help you protect all creatures in the wild, as you were meant to do.” He continued to smile at her. “As for your name, it is as it has always been. We call you the white fawn when you return to us, as you have since before time began.”

Weirder still. She put her hands in her pockets and tried to think what to say next. Obviously this was some mistake, or he was expecting someone else. Maybe he even got the idea because she was a Wildlife Agent. Anything was possible.

He hadn’t tried to hurt her or the stag. She needed to reason with him, sure she could convince him that he was confused. She could ask him in for some hot cider. They could talk, and he could tell her where he lived.

“I see you are confused.” He graciously bowed his head again to her. “We have a tale in these mountains. It is of a young, white woman who has endured great sorrow and has used her pain to help those around her. She has been reborn to us many times as Unega Awinita—the white fawn. She speaks with the wolves and the deer. She hears even the tiniest cries of the turtle and the chipmunk. She has compassion for them all and is their great protector.”

Bonnie closed her mouth when she realized it was open after hearing the story. She wasn’t sure what to say next and decided against inviting him into her home. He might be dangerous. What if he decided she wasn’t doing her job as a great protector?

“I see. What’s your name? Where do you live? Can I call someone for you?”

Again he laughed at her.

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