Ordinary Angels by Drummond India

Author:Drummond, India [Drummond, India]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Paranormal
Publisher: Trindlemoss Publishing
Published: 2011-08-31T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Alexander’s presence moved away. She traced it beyond the cemetery, and although she had to concentrate, she felt him travel to the other side of town. That sweet, otherworldly scent filled her mind as though someone carried carnival funnel cakes just out of sight.

On the upside, the glare of his aura no longer interfered with her senses. Not that any spirits appeared upon his departure. The graves around her felt as dead as they had a few moments before. She walked up and down the rows, looking at the crumbling monuments. Little wrought iron fences surrounded the stone memorials, nearly all of them jutting at odd angles, probably due to earthquakes and shifts over the decades.

Part of her hoped she might even see, if not Henry’s name, then another Dawkins, but no such luck. Judging from her lack of positive results, Henry had left the town before his death. She also knew he wasn’t here when an earthquake had moved the gold vein, making this town no longer a viable mining spot. A crooked lane wound back to the dusty main street and through alleyways toward the actual mines.

Somewhere below the earth, the soul of a trapped miner glimmered. Even in death, he hadn’t made it out. Pain choked her for a moment, knowing he was in some kind of hell, still stuck in a cave or maybe even solid earth. Why didn’t he move? She wondered why the Powers that had come to retrieve Kent’s soul had left this one behind. Alexander had said the Higher Angels came to retrieve people in special cases. What the hell did that mean, anyway?

They were angels, right? Supernatural? How could they overlook some souls, leaving them here on earth, when according to their rules human souls had to move on? But Alexander had told her in the car that angels weren’t what she thought, or at least told her to forget the myths. More questions, and not nearly enough answers. She’d remember to ask him about it though. At least maybe this one soul would want to move on, rather than spend eternity beneath a ghost town.

The mines themselves were not accessible to visitors. Steel grating covered the flat, open tops for safety purposes. Old mine carts and tracks littered the ground around the entrances, rather artfully, probably thanks to the local tourism board. A few yards away a shell of a building bore a large sign reading “Assayers Office”, and farther down she saw a saloon and an entertainment hall.

The second cemetery sat behind the Methodist church not too far away. Some of the names on the cracked, aging tombstones had faded with time, some too much to read. Others she could see clearly. A few had stone crosses with no visible markings, and two graves were piles of rocks and nothing else. It wasn’t until she reached one that read “Rose Wilson” she paused. The name rang a bell, and she remembered Henry had mentioned her. She thought back. Yes, he most certainly had, but she recalled that when she’d asked, Henry had refused to say more.

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