Wizard’s Bane

Book One of the Sojourn Chronicles

Crystalwizard

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Published by Ancient Tomes Press Imprint of Cyberwizard Productions 1205 N. Saginaw Boulevard #D PMB 224 Saginaw, Texas 76179 This book is a work of fiction. Places, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is coincidental. © 2007 Cyberwizard Productions. All Rights Reserved. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher and the individual authors, excepting brief quotes used in connection with reviews. ISBN: 978-0-9795788-1-6 Library of Congress Control Number: 2004092960

Dedication Life is full of many odd twists and turns. Strange, unexpected

happenings, which change every plan you have and send you off in un-looked for directions. This book is the result of one of them.

In the summer of 2003, a friend of mine asked a casual question. That question got me writing again after a fifteen-year absence from the notebook. Her encouragement, and enjoyment of what I was writing, kept me going. I would like to take this opportunity to thank her because without her assistance, this book would never have been started, much less finished. Thanks Mel

I would also like to thank the many people that proof read this book, made comments, pointed out mistakes and told me that it was good enough for publication.

Most especially, I would like to thank four special people. Jeff, Raymond, Rayvin, Arianna… your assistance and feedback means more than you will ever know. Thank you.

It’s been my experience that books should be dedicated to someone, or something, and with that in mind; this book is dedicated to Melanie, Laura and Morgan my best friends in high school and beyond who stayed up many nights with me fleshing out the universe that this story is set in, molding various characters and just plain having fun.

It is also dedicated to one of the most interesting and amazing people, I’ve ever met - Norman Banduch. The world needs more dreamers that read. Norman, may you never run out of books.

-Wiz

Acknowledgements

Jeff Vian Proof Reading and editing Linda Notridge Editor Jim Wade Proof Reading and editing Jerry Wright Editor and Publisher of Bewildering Press Don Webb Editor of Bewildering Stories Magazine

The Sojourn Chronicles are:

Book one - Wizard’s Bane Book two - Villenspell: City of Wizards Book three – Wizards and Wanderers Book four – Army of Misfits Book five – The Lost Lands Book six – World’s End

Table of Contents

Chapter One ________________________________________________ 1 Chapter Two ________________________________________________ 6 Chapter Three _______________________________________________13 Chapter Four ________________________________________________20 Chapter Five ________________________________________________33 Chapter Six _________________________________________________41 Chapter Seven _______________________________________________46 Chapter Eight _______________________________________________55 Chapter Nine________________________________________________63 Chapter Ten ________________________________________________71 Chapter Eleven ______________________________________________76 Chapter Twelve ______________________________________________90 Chapter Thirteen ___________________________________________101 Chapter Fourteen ___________________________________________112 Chapter Fifteen _____________________________________________126 Chapter Sixteen_____________________________________________135 Chapter Seventeen __________________________________________143 Chapter Eighteen ___________________________________________148 Chapter Nineteen ___________________________________________153 Chapter Twenty ____________________________________________157 Chapter Twenty-One ________________________________________178 Chapter Twenty-Two ________________________________________186 Chapter Twenty-Three_______________________________________194 Chapter Twenty-Four________________________________________207 Chapter Twenty-Five ________________________________________216 Chapter Twenty-Six _________________________________________219 Chapter Twenty-Seven_______________________________________227 Chapter Twenty-Eight _______________________________________237

Chapter Twenty-Nine _______________________________________ 246 Chapter Thirty _____________________________________________ 256 Chapter Thirty-One _________________________________________ 263 Chapter Thirty-Two _________________________________________ 271 Chapter Thirty-Three _______________________________________ 279 Chapter Thirty-Four ________________________________________ 288 Chapter Thirty-Five _________________________________________ 295

1

CChhaapptteerr OOnnee

Darkness covered the city, flowing down the streets and collecting in the alleys. Silence sat heavily on the sleeping town, buildings swathed in thick fog while orange light pooled in liquid puddles under the occasional street lamp.

The town drunk stumbled down a cobbled road, his head spinning from the pots of ale he’d guzzled in the pub. Reaching the nearest alley, he slumped against the wall, slid to the ground, threw his head back and began singing loudly off-key. A brief flash of light a few feet further down the alley startled him and he peered into the darkness. “Who’s der?” he slurred, trying to make out anything in the inky blackness. No answer was forthcoming however, so he shrugged and went back to singing.

The reason for the flash stood silently several feet away, his eyes adjusting to the sudden darkness. He wrinkled his nose at the putrid smell of rotting garbage and tried not to throw up.

Wonderful, he thought sourly. A backwater planet in the middle of nowhere and where do I materialize? In the middle of their garbage dump! He closed his eyes and settled his nerves. Well, it could be worse I guess. I wonder just how primitive these people are.

He picked his way slowly through the darkened alley, avoiding the larger concentrations of refuse. By the time he reached the street, the drunk was happily snoring in the stupor produced by the ale.

Well at least, he thought as he inspected the drunk, I look like they do… physically.

He pulled the drunk’s tattered cloak aside, studied the man’s ratty attire and frowned. I’ll never fit in dressed like this, he thought, glancing down at the seamless black jumpsuit he wore.

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He dropped the cloak, stood and gazed around the street. The fog drifted past swirling in the faint breeze. No other signs of life were evident.

Satisfied things were relatively safe, the man stepped out of the alley and turned left, making his way up the deserted street. He hugged the rough brick wall of the buildings and tried to stay well out of the light as he made his way past silent storefronts.

The buildings ended and the street turned into a lane running out into open land. The man stopped, sighed and turned around.

Better and better, he thought, shaking his head. Backwater planet, primitive culture, local inhabitants who appear to have the civility of poorly bred pigs and now this. When I get my hands on the idiot who opened that warp… He stared at the few buildings visible through the fog and started back up the street. Maybe it’s bigger if I go the other way, I need clothes. Light spilled out of a doorway a few feet ahead of him and he froze.

A couple strolled out waving behind at a crowded, smoke filled room and wandered off down the street arm in arm.

The man waited until they were lost in the fog before breathing a silent sigh of relief. Clothes, he reminded himself. And food. And sleep. Retribution later. After my powers come back. He glanced around and continued up the street.

The alley came in sight and he spotted a dark figure bent over the drunk. The figure drew a knife from a sheath and cut the strings of the drunk’s pouch.

The man narrowed his eyes. Trained reflexes took over and he advanced, little more than a shadow, as the thief opened the pouch and began rummaging through it.

The man stepped forward, one hand around the thief’s throat, the other grasping the knife hand. In a single fluid motion, he bent the thief backwards, lifted it off the ground to its toes and forced the knife hand open.

The knife hit the ground with a dull thud and he twisted his prisoner’s arm up behind its back. The thief struggled but stopped when the man’s hand tightened around its throat.

“You know, for a thief you’re not very observant,” he growled, his voice low. His captive struggled and he applied more pressure to the arm.

“Ow!”

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“Not only that, but your choice of targets is lousy.” “Let me go!” Well, the man thought. Language will evidently not be a problem.

That’s one positive aspect to this. “Let you go?” he asked in a low, dangerous voice. “And then

what? Wait while you pick up your knife and try to kill me? I think not.” He tightened the hand on his captive’s throat.

“No! Just let me go and I swear I won’t…” “You’re right, you won’t. Because you really won’t like what I’ll

do if you try. I’ll let go,” the man’s voice was dark and threatening. “But you move and you die. Understand?”

“Yes.” The thief managed through tightly clenched teeth. He released his grip and the thief stumbled forward, whirled

around and stood uncertainly before him, rubbing its wrist. The fog drifted past behind the man diffusing what light the street

lamp shed, giving him an unearthly backdrop. The thief stared up into a pair of brown eyes that appeared faintly to glow and gulped, his blood running cold.

“Your name?” the man asked. He crossed his arms, bent his head and looked down at the thief.

“Why?” came the hesitant response. “Because I asked.” “Kheri.” the thief answered after a moment. The man nodded

and picked up the knife. Kheri’s eyes darted to the street but prudence kept him from moving.

“You can call me Dale,” the man said, handing back the knife. Kheri took the knife, sheathing it quickly. “So now what?” He

stared up at the man who towered more than twelve inches over his slight, five and a half feet.

Dale pointed at the drunk. “First, give him back his pouch. Second, you just became my guide to this place. To start with, I need other clothing. You’re going to help me find some.”

Kheri opened his mouth to protest, noticed the expression on Dale’s face, nodded once and dropped the pouch next to the drunk. “What kind of clothes do you want,” he asked, his gaze wandering over Dale’s strange attire.

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“Normal stuff. What any average, working man would wear.” Kheri’s gaze wandered over Dale’s jump suit. “All right,” he

hesitated. “I… know where you can get something but we’ll have to leave town. The only stuff around here is either on someone’s back or in a store, and those’re locked.”

“And stuff outside town isn’t?” “Well...” Kheri fidgeted and tried not to feel frightened. “My

aunt’s got a farm. It’s several miles out. I can try to get you some of my uncle’s old things… unless you object to a walk?”

Dale caught his eyes and held them until Kheri shivered and looked away. “All right,” he said, satisfied Kheri was telling the truth. “Which way?”

“Uh…” Kheri stammered, his heart pounding, “T… this way.” He moved cautiously past the larger man, stepped out of the alley and started up the street toward the center of town. Dale followed silently behind him.

Kheri’s thoughts raced as he walked past the wooden buildings. The desire to dash off into the fog filled him and he fought it down, certain he would fail in the attempt. His arm still ached and he had no desire to find out just how strong Dale really was. He rubbed his throat, feeling the ghostly impressions from Dale’s fingers, and shivered.

Clothes... he thought, trying to control his overly active imagination. I gotta tell her something... He pictured the ancient steamer trunk locked away in his aunt’s attic, full of his uncle’s rotting clothing and frowned. Maybe I can just offer to clean up, he thought then shook his head. She’ll have it locked. I gotta get her to give ‘em to me.

The brief events in the alley sprang back to the front of his mind and overpowered his shaky attempt at planning. He forced himself to swallow, took a deep breath and tried to consider what his aunt might accept. He was still deep in thought when the last few buildings came in sight. Dale dropped a firm hand on his shoulder, shattering his concentration and he jumped.

“Stop,” came the soft command behind him. Kheri froze instantly and glanced around. A movement in the

shadows a short way up the street caught his attention and he flattened against the wall next to Dale, holding his breath.

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A figure detached itself from the shadows and crossed the street, visible now as one of the town guards.

They stood motionless, waiting as the guard glanced around before making his way on down the street.

“All right, let’s go,” Dale hissed after the guard had vanished into the fog. They started walking and Kheri looked curiously at Dale. Dale returned his gaze and lifted an eyebrow in question. “Yes?

“How’d you know he was there?” “I heard him.” Kheri blinked. “You heard him?” “Yes.” A shiver ran up Kheri’s spine and he stopped, took a deep breath

and turned to face his captor. “Who... I meant what...,” he stammered, unable to translate thoughts into words.

Dale looked down into Kheri’s eyes. “Are you sure you want the answer to that question?”

Kheri nodded, his eyes locked on Dale’s face. “At the moment, I’m just a stranger who would prefer not to be

noticed. You get on my bad side; I might turn out to be your worst nightmare.”

Kheri shivered and fought to swallow, unable to turn away. “You do as I ask and behave, and I may turn out to be a valuable

friend,” Dale continued, still holding Kheri’s gaze with his own. “You want more explanation than that, earn it. How far is it to your aunt’s farm?”

“Uh...” Kheri shook his thoughts free from the frightening flight of fantasy they’d taken. “About three… four miles… not far. A couple hours walk.”

“She get up early?” “Usually yes. And this is market day too. There’ll be traffic

coming into town in a while.” Dale watched the younger man squirm for a few seconds. “In that

case,” he said softly, a flinty edge to his voice. “I suggest you turn around and we get going.”

Kheri broke into a sudden sweat and turned quickly around, leading the way out of town.

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CChhaapptteerr TTwwoo

Night stretched thin, surrendering to the dawn, as they left the town. Released by the dissipating mist, furrowed fields of muted brown unfolded to the horizon, the scent of newly mown hay drifting on the breeze.

A smile tugged at the corner of Dale’s mouth. This might not be too bad, he thought, gazing at a colorful field of wild flowers. I could almost feel at home here, if it weren’t quite so primitive. Still, it’s pretty... I could be stranded somewhere a whole lot worse.

He gazed at the sky, watching the clouds shade from delicate pink to rich gold then turned his attention to his captive. Early twenties. And very inexperienced, but not impossible to work with. Might even have decent potential, given enough time. We’ll see.

Kheri was slim with straight blond hair a bit past his collar and icy blue eyes. Freckles dusted his pale skin and he walked with the practiced ease of someone who traveled exclusively on their feet.

“What do most people use for transportation around here?” Dale asked, breaking the silence.

“Horses mostly. Mules sometimes. Carts or wagons for hauling,” Kheri replied, glancing at him. “Why?”

“Because I asked.” Kheri nodded uneasily and returned to working out an excuse to

get his uncle’s mothballed clothing away from his aunt. Five minutes later, he sighed, shook his head and stopped walking. “Look,” he tried, struggling to keep the tension he was feeling out of his voice, “I’m not really sure this is such a good idea.”

“Oh?” Dale kept his voice strictly neutral, waiting for Kheri to finish.

Kheri shivered and picked nervously at a fingernail. “Yeah, my aunt…” he said, still looking at his hands. “Well she’s pretty sharp and…

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she’s gonna want to know why I want my uncle’s clothes, you know?” He forced himself to meet Dale’s eyes. “And well I can’t…” he stopped as Dale crossed his arms again. “Uh…” his knees threatened to give way and he gulped, frightened now. “I… uh… I can’t think of… of…” He trailed off, dropped his eyes and stood trembling, staring down at Dale’s feet.

Dale sighed to himself, used to dealing with much more hardened individuals. “Kheri,” he said, fighting his impatience with the current situation. “Let’s just get to your aunt’s farm. We can deal with what to tell her once we get there.”

Kheri sagged and nodded in resignation. “All right,” he replied unhappily, as he turned back to the road. “But don’t say I didn’t try to warn you.”

The sun rose above distant mountains, its light painting the land with every colour of creation and the birds broke into a riotous chorus of welcome as its first rays began to warm their nests.

Dale found to his surprise that he was smiling. I might actually enjoy this. If I can get past the hurdles of no clothes, no money, no food and no idea when my powers will return, if ever. The thought was sobering and dulled the promise of the new day.

They walked along the road in silence for the better part of an hour, each wrapped in his own musings. Dale kept a sharp eye out for any approaching traffic but the road remained deserted and at last, a farm came in sight.

It was a small place, with a tidy yellow house set back from the road and a chicken yard nestled against one fence. Tall rows of corn stood neatly to the side, golden tassels waving atop fat ears. A low mooing drifted towards them, accompanied by the jangle of cowbells and the scent of manure.

Kheri glanced toward the barn. “She’s probably milking the cow. It’s about that time of the day.”

“And your uncle?” “Dead. Been dead for nearly thirty years. Got drunk one night,

thought he could fly, climbed a tree to try it. Didn’t survive the fall. No loss.”

Dale lifted an eyebrow at Kheri’s back.

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“My aunt says life got three hundred percent easier after he died,” Kheri went on, rambling from the tension he was under. “I dunno though, I didn’t know him. He was already gone by the time I came here to live when I was six, just after my parents died.”

Right, Dale thought, scanning the farm. “So your aunt lives here alone?” he asked as they neared the front gate.

“Yeah. Just her and the animals.” Kheri put his hand on the gate, paused and looked at his captor. “Dale,” he pleaded. “Don’t do anything to her, Okay? Please?” He stood motionless, his eyes locked on Dale’s face.

“Is there a reason I should?” Kheri took a deep breath and shook his head. “I hope not,” he

muttered and opened the gate. They walked up the path and made their way around to the back of the house.

Kheri’s aunt stepped out of the barn as they rounded the corner, a heavy metal pail in one hand and a basket in the other. She caught sight of her nephew walking across the yard, set the pail down and put her hands on her hips. “Well now, I suppose there’s something you want. Well it can wait. I’ve got eggs to fetch and breakfast to cook and chores to do.”

“We just want...” “It can wait till later,” Dale interrupted. “And we’d be happy to

help you with your chores.” The aunt peered at Dale and looked him up and down. “You sure

are dressed outlandishly. Where’re you from boy?” “A fairly long way off, ma’am.” She pursed her lips and nodded. “Must be. You ever collected

eggs before?” Dale stared at her blankly. “Uh... “ He shook his head. “No, I

haven’t.” “Didn’t rightly think so.” She held out the basket. “Kheri, take

this and go get the eggs. Take your friend with you. I’ll be in the house.” Kheri bit his lip to keep from laughing at Dale’s reaction and took

the basket. “Come on,” he jerked his head to the side. “The hen house’s this way.”

His aunt watched them walk off, shook her head and picked up the pail of milk. “City folk,” she muttered. “Ain’t never done a useful lick

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o’ work in his life mos’ like. Well the hens’ll give ‘em some exercise.” She lugged the milk into the house, the screen door slamming behind her.

A short wire fence circled the chicken yard and hen house, enclosing them in an unbroken ring penetrated by a single gate. They walked up to it and Kheri paused before the gate. “Chickens are kinda funny. They can’t fly, but they’ll try to run out the gate. Don’t let ‘em or we’ll be chasing ‘em all day. Also, the hens don’t like it when we take their eggs, so they get kinda nasty. Oh, and watch out for the rooster.”

Dale surveyed the birds milling around inside the yard. “All right,” he agreed. “What’s a rooster?”

Kheri’s eyebrows shot up and he stared at Dale. “You don’t know...” he began, stopped himself and pointed to a rather large, imposing chicken. “That’s the rooster. He’s the only male in there and he thinks it all belongs to him. He’ll think we’re invading his property once we go in there. He likes to pick fights and that beak’s sharp. So are those spurs on the back of his feet. He’ll cut you wide open if you’re not careful, so watch out for him.”

Great, Dale thought to himself, studying the rooster as it strutted around the yard. One more thing to add to the list. No clothes, no money, no food, no access to my powers and now I’m about to be a sparring partner for a bird with a bad attitude. I can’t wait to see what else is lurking in the wings! He grimaced and nodded at Kheri. “All right, let’s get this over with.”

Kheri opened the gate and slipped inside, shutting it quickly behind him. Dale glanced at the rooster and followed suit.

The chickens scattered, squawking loudly, as Kheri strode toward them swinging the basket. The rooster jerked around and gave an angry crow. Flapping his wings, he drew himself up to his full height, stretched out his neck and charged.

Kheri fended him off with the basket and sprinted for the hen house, disappearing inside with the rooster in hot pursuit. A second later Kheri dashed out of the hen house with the basket over his head, the rooster close behind. He vaulted over the fence, caught his foot on the top rail, and landed in a heap on the ground.

The rooster, satisfied he had driven off the intruder, strutted away to take up sentry duty among the hens.

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“I see what you mean,” Dale said, trying not to laugh as he gazed over the fence at the pile on the ground. “Did you get any eggs?”

A muffled sound came out from under the basket and Kheri pushed himself up on one arm. “No I didn’t get any eggs! Here!” He tore the basket off his head and flung it in Dale’s direction. “Let’s see you do any better,” he growled, his temper frayed beyond control.

Dale caught the basket with one hand and shrugged. Moving cautiously, he made his way across the chicken yard, trying to avoid scattering the hens as Kheri had. The rooster eyed him with suspicion, but seemed content not to react since the hens appeared unruffled. He reached the hen house without incident, opened the door and slipped inside.

The hen house was small and rather dark with the door shut. The smell of chicken hung heavily in the air, mixing with the scents of dust and old straw. Dale blinked a couple of times and waited for his eyes to adjust, wondering where the eggs were located.

Nesting boards were nailed around the hen house walls and several chickens nestled on top piles of straw, contentedly snoozing. Peering curiously into a pile that lacked a hen, Dale spotted several white objects. Ah, he grinned. So this is where they come from.

He retrieved the eggs, placing them into the basket. Working quickly, he collected eggs from the rest of the empty nests and stood back considering the dozing chickens.

The basket was almost full and the possibility of raising a squawk, and having to dodge flying rooster, outweighed his desire to check under the hens. He cracked open the door and glanced around the chicken yard.

The rooster was busily worrying a bug in the grass on the far side of the yard, and didn’t appear to notice him.

Dale stepped outside the hen house, shut the door and made his way to the gate. He half-expected Kheri to have fled, and was pleasantly surprised to find this wasn’t the case. He opened the gate, stepped through it and handed Kheri the basket. “What was so hard about that?” he asked innocently.

Kheri frowned at the basket, glared at the rooster and stalked off toward the house without responding.

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The smell of something cooking drifted from the house and Dale’s stomach growled. He winced in pain, trying to forget the fact that he hadn’t eaten in over two days and followed Kheri into the kitchen.

“Here’s your eggs,” Kheri said, holding the basket out to his aunt. “Put ‘em on the counter,” she told him without turning around

from the sink. “You and your friend go wash up and fill the water barrel. Bucket’s by the pump. Get a move on or breakfast’ll be cold ‘afore you’re done.”

“Yes ma’am.” Kheri set the basket on the counter and headed back outside, running solidly into Dale. He hit the floor, landing on his backside on the tiles.

His aunt glanced over her shoulder, shook her head and went back to peeling potatoes. “Clumsy,” she chided him. “How many times have I got to tell you to open your eyes and look where you going?”

Dale winced from the impact. Reaching down, he grasped Kheri’s arm, hauled him to his feet and stepped back outside.

Kheri followed, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know,” Dale said as they walked to the pump. “Walking

through solid objects is a skill I don’t think you’ve had much practice with.”

Kheri glared at him, grabbed the pump’s handle and pushed it down sharply. “Yeah well…” he complained, as he picked up the bucket and set it under the pump to catch the water. “If you weren’t so slow coming into the house, you wouldn’t have been in the doorway.” He worked the handle viciously until water gushed out, missing the bucket completely. He glared at the bucket, adjusted its position and shoved the handle down again.

“No,” Dale agreed, steadying the bucket under the stream of water Kheri was forcing from the pump. “But if you were more observant, it wouldn’t have mattered where I was.”

Kheri glowered at the pump and shoved the handle down again. “Lay off already Okay?” he growled angrily. “I’ve never been very good at this farm stuff.”

“Which is why you’re trying to make a living in town stealing from drunks?”

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Kheri jerked his head up, a furious retort ready and froze, staring at the house. Dale whirled around and ran for the back door.

Black smoke billowed out of the kitchen window accompanied by the crackling of flames. He jerked the door open and threw an arm over his mouth as smoke flowed out. Slapping a control on his belt, he sighed with relief as his force field shimmered into place. “Small favors gratefully accepted,” he said to no one in particular, adjusted the belt controls and stepped into the kitchen.

Fire was shooting out of the top of the iron cook stove, the curtains over the sink were blazing, flames licked at the walls and part of the countertop was burning. Kheri’s aunt lay crumpled on the floor next to one of the round, metal stove lids, a nasty bruise purpling the side of her face. Dale knelt swiftly, lifted her in his arms and carried her outside.

“Kheri,” Dale commanded sharply, laying the unconscious woman on the ground. “Water! Now!”

Kheri hefted the pail and lugged it over as rapidly as possible, spilling half of it in the process. He set the bucket down and stood there looking lost and confused.

Dale stood up, grasped Kheri by both shoulders and caught his eyes. “Get your aunt away from the house. How close is the nearest neighbor?”

Kheri blinked and realized Dale had asked him a question. “Next farm, about half-mile.”

“Carry her out of the way,” Dale repeated. “And go get help.” He picked up the bucket and plunged back into the kitchen.

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Dale hurled what little water remained in the bucket at the flaming curtains and headed back out to the pump.

Kheri’s aunt was still lying on the ground where he had left her with Kheri nowhere in sight.

Dale dropped the bucket, picked her up and carried her to the barn. Laying her down gently, he paused long enough to make sure she was still breathing and ran back to where he had dropped the bucket. He snatched it from the ground, ran to the pump and shoved the handle down as Kheri had done.

The pump creaked in protest but nothing happened. Dale frowned, grasped the pump handle firmly and tried again.

The pump resisted his efforts for several seconds, but at last, water began to flow. These people need to discover electricity, he thought, working the handle vigorously. As soon as the bucket was full, he dashed back inside, trying not to spill water on the way.

The fire was still shooting out of the stovetop and the curtains were fully ablaze, the wall behind them smoldering with rivulets of flame crackling across the paint. Dale dumped the bucket of water through the open stovetop, drowning the wood inside and raced back to the pump. What I wouldn’t give for a hose right now, he thought, fighting with the water once more. Come on! Work! He put other concerns aside, focusing only on the job of filling bucket after bucket of water and carrying them into the house as rapidly as possible.

The fire danced around the kitchen, dodging his efforts as if it were a living creature, scorching the walls and ceiling in the process. Dale fought back, slinging the water in wide arcs. He was so absorbed in the task that he dumped two extra buckets into the kitchen before realizing the fire was already out.

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Gasping for breath, he stood in the middle of the drenched kitchen. The floor was swimming under black water a quarter of an inch deep. The walls and ceiling were dripping, the counter top charred. His arms ached, his legs felt like rubber and as adrenaline stopped flowing, he started to shake.

Dale turned, stumbled out of the kitchen, flopped down on the top step and dropped the bucket on the ground. Reaching for his belt, he barely managed the strength necessary to deactivate the force field then closed his eyes and fought the waves of dizziness crashing over him.

The sound of hoof beats reached him a few minutes later and he opened one eye to see Kheri ride through the gate, followed closely by two strange men on plow horses.

Kheri swung down from the horse, ran to the barn and knelt next to his aunt.

The two men reined their horses and dismounted. The older one joined Kheri while the younger ambled up the back steps into the house.

Dale scooted to the side as he passed, leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes.

A short time later, the man exited the house and stood nonchalantly on the top step. “Fire’s out,” he observed around the piece of straw he was chewing on.

Dale nodded silently without opening his eyes. “Kitchen’s a mess,” the man stated, taking the straw out of his

mouth. He peered at it, flipped it away into the grass and stuck his thumbs under his suspenders.

Dale glanced up at him and nodded again, wondering if the yokel was capable of noticing anything that wasn’t blatantly obvious.

“Jerad,” the older man called from the barn. “Come over here and help me.”

“Comin’,” the hayseed drawled. He descended the stairs and moseyed across the yard.

Kheri watched helplessly as the two strange men picked his aunt up and carried her into the house. He walked over to Dale and flopped down on the ground, dejected.

“Who are they?” Dale asked.

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“The neighbors,” Kheri responded, picking a blade of grass. “Old man Tucker and his son Jerad. I hope she’s going to be all right.”

“She should be,” Dale assured him, his voice barely above a whisper. “She’ll have a bruise for a while from that stove lid.” He paused, took a deep breath and closed his eyes again. “But I don’t think anything’s seriously wrong.”

“Yeah, well,” Kheri trailed off. “She’d be dead if you hadn’t been here.” He turned away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Dale opened one eye and raised an eyebrow at Kheri’s odd behavior, but said nothing.

Jerad stepped out of the door a few seconds later, looked down at Kheri and jerked his head toward the kitchen. “Pa wants you,” he drawled, turned and wandered back into the house. Kheri glanced at Dale, levered himself up off the ground, and followed Jerad inside.

Dale sagged against the doorframe and yawned deeply. He fought to stay awake, unwilling to fall asleep in what was essentially enemy territory, but his energy was gone. He’d expended most of it in a two day, non-stop struggle to close the space warp that had finally claimed him. That, combined with fighting the fire, had depleted his reserves. His body gave up the fight of its own accord and he passed out, sitting on the back steps.

~*~ Kheri walked hesitantly into the bedroom behind Jerad, afraid of

what he might find. The sight of his aunt awake and sitting partially up in bed sent a thrill of relief through him. The knot in his stomach loosened and he visibly relaxed.

She smiled at him and patted the covers. “Well son,” she remarked. “Guess it’s a good thing you came to visit this morning, ain’t it.”

Kheri walked over to the bed and perched on the edge of it, tears glistening in his eyes.

“Oh now stop that,” his aunt chided him gently. “Take more’n a little bump on the head to do me in. Paw Tucker tells me the kitchen’s a downright mess. I need to nap a spell, but I’ll get up, wash up and make you boys lunch in a couple hours.”

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Kheri shook his head. “It’s gonna need more than a washing. It’s pretty burnt.”

“I’ll round up the others and we’ll get ‘er fixed,” Paw Tucker said. “You just rest easy Matilda.”

“Yep,” Jerad put in. “Be good as new.” “I can’t thank you enough Paw,” Kheri’s aunt smiled and shooed

them away with one hand. “Go on now, I need to sleep. Oh, and Kheri,” she peered at her nephew. “Whatever it was that young man who’s with you wanted, long as it’s not my cow, he can have. Go on now, shoo.”

She closed her eyes and slid down under the covers, pulling them up over her shoulder.

Kheri bent over and gave her a hug, stood and followed the others out of the room, shutting the door softly.

“Welp,” Paw Tucker declared. “Guess we better get started. We’ll be back in a while.”

“Yep,” Jerad nodded. “Back later.” They strode through the kitchen and rode off on the plow horses

without even a glance at the man sleeping on the steps. Kheri followed them to the back door, his thoughts spinning

around in circles. So much had happened in such a few short hours. He glanced down at Dale and his hand strayed to his knife handle.

He’s sound asleep. I could slit his throat and dump the body somewhere. He’s not from around here. No one’d know he was gone.

His fingers tightened around the hilt for a second but he forced his hand away.

I can’t do it. My aunt’d be dead and her house destroyed if it wasn’t for what he did.

He stood and struggled with his emotions for several minutes then reached down and touched Dale’s shoulder. The result was not what he expected. Within the blink of an eye, Kheri found himself pinned flat on the ground on his stomach, with Dale kneeling over him. “Hey!” he managed to holler around a mouthful of grass.

Dale shook himself awake, rolled Kheri over onto his back and stepped away. “Did I mention it’s a bad idea to touch me if I’m asleep?”

“No, but I’ll keep it in mind,” Kheri groaned, sitting up stiffly.

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“Sorry,” Dale apologized as he reached down and helped the younger man back to his feet. “What did you want?”

“I was just going to tell you my aunt’s okay and suggest you go sleep on the couch instead of the back porch,” Kheri replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Before, or after, you tried to slip your knife into me?” Dale asked, watching Kheri’s expression.

“Uh...” Kheri flinched and paled under Dale’s gaze. Dale crossed his arms. “How hard was it to talk yourself out of

that?” Kheri shrugged and met Dale’s eyes defiantly. “Pretty hard,” he

admitted. “You’re honest at least,” Dale said. “A word of warning, don’t try

it. I react much differently to a weapon when I’m asleep.” He locked gazes with Kheri. “And currently, while I could easily rip you into several pieces before I had time to wake up, I do not have the ability to put you back together again.” He paused for a moment to let his words sink in. “Understand?”

Kheri’s face turned ashen and he nodded. His heart attempted to escape from his chest, his mouth became drier than old dust and darkness was rapidly descending. He swallowed, tried to speak, and finally managed a whisper. “Understood.”

“Good,” Dale rubbed his eyes. “Where’s that couch?” “In... inside. I’ll show you.” Kheri’s legs shook worse than his

voice. He forced himself to re-enter the house, led the way to the living room and watched Dale collapse onto the couch. He stood silently for several long minutes, staring at his unconscious nemesis and thinking. The unpleasant possibility of Dale exploding into action and ripping him to pieces ran through his mind in graphic detail. His imagination ran away from him and he slowly backed into the kitchen away from the terror that had taken over his life in the dark hours of the morning.

He jumped as he bumped into the table and stood staring around at the results of the fire.

The curtains were gone, turned to ash by the flames. The curtain rod had become a scorched bit of wood dangling over the sink. The window was blackened from smoke, the counter completely ruined. Soot

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covered the walls, the ceiling above the stove was charred, the floor drowned under filthy water and the entire room stank.

Kheri turned slowly around taking in the damage and glanced back into the living room. The memory of Dale carrying his aunt out of the house to safety and spending himself to save her home collided with the horrible fantasy his imagination was building. He dropped his head into his hands and attempted to think.

“Either he’s evil, or he’s not. He can’t be both,” he mumbled while trying to calm his nerves. He gazed around at the destroyed kitchen and shook his head. “He can’t be evil,” he muttered, confused. “Evil would have let her die, let the house burn. But,” he considered Dale’s unconscious form stretched out on the couch. “He’s not human, that’s for sure. And he terrifies me.”

His imagination took flight again, conjuring up horrifying possibilities. Fear gripped his stomach and turned it into knots.

He knows what I’m thinking. I know that much. My aunt said he could have what he wanted. Well he wanted clothes. Maybe he’ll take ‘em when he wakes up and leave.

The faint sound of the rooster crowing drifted in through the open back door and Kheri shook himself back to reality.

I can’t just stand here. I need something to do. Attempting an escape while Dale was asleep flashed through his mind but he shook his head firmly. I’m not leavin’ till I know she’s gonna be ok, and I’m not leavin’ her here alone with him anyway. No tellin’ what he’d do to her if he woke up and found I was gone. Besides, he glanced back into the living room. He’d probably find me if I did, anyway.

...You get on my bad side, I might turn out to be your worst nightmare... Dale’s words echoed through his memories and he shuddered. ...do as I ask and behave, and I may turn out to be a valuable friend...

Kheri shivered, nodded to himself and took a deep breath. “Might as well get as much of this soot out of the kitchen as I can,” he muttered and went searching for the water bucket.

Quite some time - and all of his aunt’s clean rags later - he stopped, stood up and looked around.

The kitchen still in need of work, but the damage didn’t appear as bad. The window was clean and the sunlight sparkled on the glass, which

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had survived intact. The counter top was useless, but the walls were no longer black though they needed a new coat of paint. The ceiling had survived with only a slight charring, and the smell was no longer over-powering.

Kheri bent backwards and allowed his back to pop then squatted down in front of the stove and set about the unpleasant task of cleaning it.

He stepped outside with the last of the wood from the stove just in time to see Paw Tucker, along with most of the neighboring farmers and their wives, coming in the gate. He dumped the wood on the ground beside the steps and stood in the kitchen door, watching the noisy crowd as it arrived.

Paw Tucker pulled his wagon up next to the back steps, glanced at Kheri and hopped down. Turning, he extended his hand and helped an elderly man dressed in a long black coat out of the wagon. “Watch the step Doc,” he cautioned as the man climbed down.

“Thank you,” the man said, feeling around under the wooden seat. “Now where’s my bag?”

“Here.” Paw pulled a black bag out from behind the seat and handed it to him.

“Thank you,” Doc repeated, taking the bag. He turned around, started for the back door, and stopped. “Ah, Kheri,” he sneered, a malicious glint in his eye. “Back for a visit eh? Or did you get tired of life as a street rat?”

Kheri’s face tightened noticeably. “I’m not a...” “Where’s your aunt?” the doctor interrupted brusquely. “In her room,” Kheri responded, bristling. “This way.” He turned

and led the doctor to his aunt’s room, opened the door and stood aside. “I’ll be in the living room…”

The doctor ignored him and closed the door firmly in his face before he could finish.

Kheri’s hands clenched into fists and he glared angrily at the door, spun around and stalked back down the hall toward the living room.

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The house was buzzing with activity. The women had taken over the living room, preparing to make new curtains and share a round of juicy gossip. The men were busy repairing the kitchen and the sound of carpentry, mingling with constant chatter, filled the air.

Dale woke, disturbed by the confusion, and sat up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and noticed Kheri standing in the hall, staring at him.

Kheri froze in the doorway as Dale stirred, fears flooding back to his thoughts.

Dale arched an eyebrow at Kheri and stood. “Excuse me,” he said, threading his way through a maze of chairs to the front door. The hen party in the living room ignored him and gaily prattled on. He watched them for several seconds, shrugged and went outside.

Kheri stood in the hall, fuming. One of these days, he thought, glancing back over his shoulder at his aunt’s bedroom door. I’m gonna punch that Doctor right where it counts! He imagined pushing the doctor off the Goldwine Bridge then slumped against the wall and stared into the living room. The women were deep into gossip, nattering about the lives of various neighbors, and Kheri wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Wonder how long it’ll be before they start talking about me? A loud burst of laughter punctuated the sound of sawing from the

kitchen and he took a step in the direction of the men. I’ll just get in the way. Besides, I’m no good with a hammer.

He sagged against the wall again listening to the women. “...that nephew of hers...” one of the women clucked, the rest of

her sentence drowned by a sudden clatter from the kitchen. Kheri scowled, stood away from the wall and strode into the living

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The women pointedly ignored his presence, chatting about the new addition to the Tucker family.

Kheri stood in the middle of the room for several seconds then made his way to the front door. He glanced back at the kitchen, gazed around the living room one last time and went outside, slamming the door with more force than necessary.

As he stepped onto the porch, the deep green scent of nearby fields blew past on the breeze. He took a deep breath and glanceded around.

Dale was sitting on the front lawn under a massive oak tree, watching him.

Kheri stood silently, thinking back over the last eighteen or so hours then stepped off the porch.

“It’s hotter out here,” Dale said as Kheri drew near. “But a lot less noisy.”

Kheri flopped down on the ground beside him. “Yeah. They’ll be here till dark too. They won’t leave till everything’s fixed.”

Dale nodded, winced and wrapped his arms across his stomach. Kheri’s mental fantasies turned at right angles to the reality in

front of him and stuck out their tongues. “What’s wrong?” Dale sighed in relief as the hunger pangs faded and relaxed. “I

haven’t eaten for nearly three days now,” he said, leaning back against the tree.

Kheri stared. “Three days?” Dale placed his hands behind his head, laced his fingers together

and closed his eyes. “It wasn’t by choice.” Kheri stared at Dale, got to his feet and went back to the house.

In his imagination, Dale had become a supernatural creature complete with fangs, horns and the ability to breathe fire. Do demons eat?

When he reached the stairs, Kheri paused and glanced over his shoulder at Dale then stepped up onto the porch. Taking a deep breath, he jerked the door open, entered the house and strode up to Maw Tucker.

“You brought food right?” “Sure did.” She beamed a smile at him, her hands moving rapidly

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“It’s out in the wagons.” She gestured in the general direction of the back door. “Why? You hungry child?”

“A little bit, but...” Kheri glanced over his shoulder toward the front yard. “Dale hasn’t eaten in a couple days.”

“Land sakes!” Maw exclaimed. “Why in the world didn’t someone say something? Why no wonder he was sound asleep in the middle of the day!” She clapped her hands sharply and rose to her feet. “Ladies, we can do this later. We need to feed these men folk right now!”

The hen party scrambled to their feet and scurried into the kitchen behind her. A great deal of shooing and, “You can do that later.” drifted into the living room then Maw Tucker stuck her head out of the kitchen door. “Go call your friend and the two of you come eat.”

Kheri grinned at the delicious scents drifting past his nose, nodded and went back out onto the porch.

Dale was still leaning against the tree trunk, his eyes closed. Kheri set his jaw, descended the stairs and cautiously approached the tree.

Dale opened one eye, as he got close. “I wasn’t asleep.” “How’d you know...?” Dale sat up away from the tree. “You know I’m still tired. I’m

sitting here with my eyes closed. If I’d just recently had a shocking experience when I tried to wake someone up, I’d be walking like I was afraid to get too close too.”

“Oh.” Kheri thought this over and shrugged. “There’s food in the kitchen. They said to come eat.”

Dale nodded, stood up stiffly and stretched. “Dale...” Kheri asked hesitantly, as if he really didn’t want the

answer he was sure he’d get. “What?” “Where are you from anyway? I mean, you told my aunt it was

fairly far away but...” Kheri’s voice trailed off into uncomfortable silence. “I’ll tell you later,” Dale said. “After I get some food in my

stomach and this commotion is over.” Kheri nodded, unsure if he was relieved to be put off or not. “All

right.” They started back toward the front porch, and he changed the subject. “My aunt said you could have whatever it was you wanted as long as it wasn’t her cow.”

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Dale grinned at him. “I don’t have much need for a cow.” “Yeah, I know.” “Where are the clothes?” “Up in the attic, in an old trunk.” Kheri gestured toward the

shuttered attic window as they climbed the stairs to the front porch. “I’m not sure how good they are though; they’ve been locked away up there for a long time.”

Dale glanced at the window and nodded then entered the house. Kheri punched the wall next to the door in frustration, made a

face and followed him inside. The women had spread a veritable feast on several tables in the

living room and kitchen. The doctor had emerged and was happily stowing away a large sandwich when Dale stepped through the door. He looked Dale over curiously and raised an eyebrow.

Dale nodded in his direction and disappeared into the kitchen. “Now just where do you suppose he blew in from?” the doctor

asked of Maw Tucker. “Mighty strange clothes he’s wearing.” “Don’t rightly know,” Maw Tucker replied and pinned the

doctor with a piercing gaze. “And it ain’t rightly none of my business either, less he brings it up.”

The doctor flushed. “Madam I beg your pardon, I certainly didn’t mean anything by the question!” He gave her a formal bow, excused himself and found a less chilly place to sit.

Kheri snickered, watching the exchange. Maw Tucker had managed to deliver a very effective punch and it was extremely satisfying to watch the doctor crumple. He kept silent however and merely mumbled, “Excuse me” as he followed Dale into the kitchen.

Dale filled two plates with food and took them out into the back yard. He walked over to the pump, sat down on the grass and rapidly began devouring their contents.

Paw Tucker wandered over and planted himself on the ground nearby then let out a satisfied belch and patted his stomach. “Good food,” he said, stretching contentedly.

Dale nodded and went on eating, emptying both plates in the space of a few minutes.

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Paw watched in amazement. His eyebrows rose almost to his hairline and he shook his head. “Something tells me you were a mite hungry, boy.”

Dale finished the last bite of food and nodded. “I hadn’t eaten in nearly three days.”

Paw peered over his glasses. “Now that’s a record I’ve no desire to beat.”

“Yes, well, it’s a record I wasn’t trying to set,” Dale answered dryly.

Paw chuckled. “Why’d you go so long without food then?” Dale regarded him for a moment and shrugged. “It wasn’t by

choice. I’m stranded here without anything. No food, no money, no way I can think of to get home, at least not any time soon.”

Paw tilted his head to the side and turned this over in his mind. “Yep that might cause a few problems. So who stranded you?”

“Not who,” Dale responded as Kheri sat down next to them with his plate. “What.”

“Ok,” Paw said. “I’ll bite. What stranded you?” “Circumstances beyond my control.” Paw gestured toward Dale’s jump suit. “Pretty strange clothes

you’re wearing. You must come from a long ways off.” Dale nodded. “I do. That’s actually the reason I was out here this

morning.” “Oh?” Kheri stared at his food and tried not to appear interested. “Kheri said his aunt might have some old clothes she’d be willing

to get rid of.” Dale felt Kheri stiffen and glanced at him. “I thought I’d ask her, but events didn’t exactly give me that chance.” He turned his attention back to Paw, ignoring the flush creeping over Kheri’s face.

Paw Tucker looked sideways at Kheri and shook his head. “You know your aunt’ll never give those clothes away boy. What were you thinking?”

Kheri faced Paw defiantly. “He’s been dead thirty years! She needs to let go and move on. Besides,” he dropped his fork on his plate with a clatter and threw both hands up in the air. “They’re probably so old they’re falling apart anyway!” He met Paw’s eyes and glared at him.

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Paw shrugged and turned back to Dale. “She won’t part with ‘em. That’s all she’s got left of that fool of a husband she had. But I tell you what son. You did something most men wouldn’t have this morning and I’m obliged since she’s my neighbor and friend. I’ve got some old clothes which I ain’t gonna be wearing again. They should fit you fine. You’re welcome to ‘em if you want ‘em.”

Dale returned his gaze and smiled. “Thank you, I’d be more than happy to take them off your hands.”

“Well then I’ll send my wife and Jerad up to the house in a bit to fetch ‘em for you. I’m curious though. Since you’re stranded and all, where’re you planning on living?”

Dale shook his head. “I haven’t figured that one out yet,” he admitted. “I suppose I’ll look around town and see if anyone’s in need of help and go from there.”

Paw stroked his chin and nodded slowly. “Might be a couple, the inn’s always looking for people. Take a piece of advice though,” he went on, wagging his finger in Dale’s face. “Stay away from that crazy wizard to the south.”

Dale raised an eyebrow. “That crazy what?” “Wizard,” Paw repeated. “Least ways, that’s what he calls himself.

Don’t rightly know what he is. He’s always coming to town with strange brews in bottles. Claims they’ll fix everything from warts to hangnails and he’s always looking for people to come help with crazy experiments. No one’s stupid enough to try that though.” He nodded sagely to himself.

The side of Dale’s mouth crooked as a smile tugged at it. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you for the warning.”

“You’re welcome,” Paw replied. “Welp, think we better get back to work if we’re gonna get finished ‘fore the sun goes down.” He stood, brushed himself off and tromped back into the kitchen.

Kheri watched him go and turned to Dale. “So…” he asked hesitantly. “Now what?”

“Explain?” Kheri fidgeted and refused to meet Dale’s eyes. “Well, you’ve got

what you wanted. You’ve got clothes. So now what?” “Now,” Dale said; his voice quiet and firm. “I figure out where I

am and find some way to survive until I can figure out how to get home.”

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“What about...” “You?” “Yeah. Me.” “I told you this morning, you’re my guide to this place.

Remember?” Kheri nodded silently, picking at the grass. “So, until I don’t need a guide any more, nothing changes.” “But...” Kheri hands clenched into fists. Anger flooded through

him, the fears he’d imagined swam up and did battle with his common sense and in the midst of chaos, Dale put a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Settle down,” Dale said, his words cutting through Kheri’s emotions like cold water. “We’ll talk about it later, when these people have left.”

Kheri looked into the face of someone he couldn’t figure out, took a deep breath and nodded. “All right,” he agreed, deflating.

Dale stood, patted Kheri on the shoulder, and took his plates back into the house.

Kheri watched his nemesis walk off, stood up and wandered over to the chicken yard.

The rooster eyed him suspiciously and flapped its wings, crowing loudly.

“Shut up you stupid bird,” Kheri grumbled. “I’m not in your yard.”

The rooster flapped its wings again and strutted past a couple hens, showing off.

Kheri sneered in the rooster’s direction then leaned dejectedly on a fence post. “I can’t win,” he muttered, dropping his chin on his hands. “Everything hates me. What did I do to deserve this?”

He watched the rooster strutting around the yard, his thoughts embroiled in self-pity and wild imagination. Paw Tucker appeared beside him out of no-where and he jumped.

“He’s a fine looking rooster, that one,” the older man commented, motioning at the rooster.

“Yeah, and he hates me.” “He just thinks you want his hens is all,” Paw replied, patting

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“That’s disgusting!” Kheri exclaimed, making a face. “The only thing I want his hens for is dinner.”

“Yeah, but he don’t know that boy.” Kheri shrugged and dropped his chin back down on his hands. Paw stood silently for a few more seconds, watching him. “You

want to talk about it son?” Kheri shot him a black look. “What’s to talk about?” Paw tilted his head and shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know, but

something’s eating at you mighty bad.” Kheri shrugged again. “I doubt you’d understand,” he muttered. “Try me,” Paw said, gazing at the chickens. “My life sucks,” Kheri snapped. “Ok?” “Things not working out in town?” Kheri avoided Paw’s gaze and glowered at the chickens. “Not

really, no.” He bent down, snatched a rock from the ground and threw it at the rooster. It missed. “The rooster tried to kill me this morning,” he went on, his voice rising. “My aunt’s house nearly burned down, she almost died, and one of these days I’m gonna punch that doctor right where it counts!” He slammed his fist down on the post, winced and shook his hand.

“Well, the doc’s gone now,” Paw replied calmly. “Jerad took him off about an hour ago. The house’s fine, we’re nearly done, your aunt’ll be ok, and the rooster’s on the other side of that fence.”

Kheri rubbed his hand and shrugged. “You could come back out here, help your aunt out. You don’t

need to be sleeping in the alleys in town, son.” Kheri concentrated on his hand and rubbed harder. “I’m not

sleeping in the alleys.” Paw put a friendly hand on Kheri’s shoulder. “Ok. Have it your

way. Just trying to help.” Kheri pulled away from the hand. Paw removed it and stood away

from the fence. “Welp, we’ve got some painting to finish up and we’ll be out of here. Jerad’ll be back in a bit with those clothes for that friend ‘a yours.”

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Paw waited for a few more seconds, shrugged and went back toward the house.

“He’s not my friend,” Kheri muttered once Paw was out of earshot. “I’m not sure what he is.” He glanced back at the house; expecting to see Dale standing on the back porch, but the doorway was empty. He turned back to the chickens and watched them for a while longer then gave up and went back inside.

~*~ Paw stood in the middle of it the kitchen, his hands on his hips,

gazing around at the repairs. “Looks good boys, I’ll go say goodbye to Matilda and we’ll meet back over at my place for some cards this evening.” He beamed a satisfied smile at the others and nodded his head.

“Can’t,” one of the men said as he gathered up his tools. “Cow’s fixing to calf and I need to get home.”

Paw nodded and clapped the man on the shoulder. “Well get on with you and let us know how she does.”

“Sure thing, you take care.” The man shook Paw’s hand, stepped around Kheri and left the house, allowing the screen door to slam shut with a bang.

The bedroom door opened as if in response and Kheri’s aunt came out wearing an old, beat-up bathrobe. She wandered into the kitchen and inspected it with a happy smile on her face. “I declare, you boys did a wonderful job in here! Why it looks brand new.”

Paw grinned at her. “You’re welcome Matilda. Can’t see a neighbor without a kitchen.

“Well thank you all. I’m much obliged. And tell Bessie that those curtains are just wonderful.”

“I’ll let her know. Careful with that wood now,” Paw cautioned, motioning toward the back yard. “I took a look at what you was burnin’. Mighty full of sap in spots. Probably what caused this mess.”

“Probably so. I’ll chuck it round back of the barn and let it sit a while longer. Got some older wood from two years ago I still ain’t burned.”

Paw picked his gloves up from the table and slipped them into a back pant’s pocket. “I’ll send Jerad over next week with another load. I just finished clearing a couple trees and it’s ready to be split now.”

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Matilda tilted her head sideways and smiled. “Why thank you, Paw. That’d be right nice of you.”

“Well you take care now,” Paw said, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Get some more sleep. Doc said you should rest till tomorrow.”

Matilda dismissed his comment with a wave of her hand. “Oh what’s he know? I’m just fine ‘cept for this bruise on my face.”

“Still,” Paw lifted a cautionary finger. “Bah, I’ll be fine.” She turned to smile at her nephew. “Didn’t

they do a wonderful job?” “Yeah, it’s great,” Kheri muttered. He shoved past her and walked

into the living room. She sighed and shook her head, watching as Kheri deposited

himself on the couch and glowered at the wall. “Sour all the time, that one.”

Paw put his hands on his hips and nodded. “Needs a woman. Just to set him straight.”

The sound of wagon wheels outside interrupted his commentary. Matilda grinned at him and glanced out the backdoor.

Paw squinted at the door. “That’ll be Jerad, back to get me and drop off some clothes. Where’s that friend of Kheri’s?”

“Don’t rightly know, might be out front.” Paw nodded and picked up his saw. “Well let me see if I can find

‘em. You take it easy and we’ll check in on you tomorrow.” He patted Matilda on the shoulder and went out the back door.

Matilda gazed at the kitchen one last time, smiled happily and walked into the living room.

~*~ “Now what’s eating you,” Matilda asked, walking over to sit

down by Kheri on the couch. He shrugged, crossed his arms over his chest and wrinkled his

nose. “Nothing.” His aunt clasped her hands in her lap and shook her head.

“Mighty sour for nothing.” “Just don’t like it when people start lecturing me,” Kheri

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She followed his gaze and nodded. “Paw means well. You know that.”

Kheri scowled and glared at the floor. “Yeah, but I’m tired of people trying to run my life!”

Matilda sighed. “If someone gives you advice child, they’re not trying to run your life. Just trying to help you over the ditches.”

Kheri threw his hands up. “I can get over the ditches on my own!” He crossed his arms over his chest again, and glared at the front door.

His aunt put her hand on his arm. “Sure you can, but everything’s easier if you’re not alone.”

Kheri sighed and turned to face her. “I’m no good out here on this farm. The chickens try to kill me, the cow hates me, I can’t grow anything but weeds. I’m just not a farmer.” She didn’t say anything and he shrugged. “So that doesn’t give me many options. It’s either make a mess of things out here or try to live in town. And town,” he said without much conviction, “is working out just fine.”

His aunt regarded him silently and nodded. “No one’s trying to force you not to live there, are they?”

“Everyone I talk to. They call me a street rat, or tell me that my place is here, or…” Kheri stopped as his aunt patted him on the head.

“Calm yourself child. They’re just trying to help.” Kheri shrugged and stood up. “I’m going outside. Maybe a tree’ll

fall on me or something and end the day proper!” His aunt watched him stalk out the front door, got up and went

back to the kitchen. ~*~

Dale had been sitting under the tree again, watching the world turn grey in the falling twilight, when Jerad drove the wagon back through the gate. He got up, stretched and walked around back, arriving just as Paw stepped out of the kitchen door.

“Ah, there you are,” Paw said as Dale walked up to him. “Wondered where you got off to.” He walked over to the wagon, reached behind the seat and produced a bundle. Here’s the clothes.”

Dale took the bundle from him and smiled. “Thanks, I do appreciate it.”

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Paw smiled back, and glanced at the house. “No trouble. A word of advice though.”

Dale lifted an eyebrow in question. Paw dropped his voice and leaned close to Dale. “Don’t stick

around Kheri too much. He’s trouble. Always has been, always will be. He’s living in town now, and if that boy’s making an honest living then I’m a horse.”

“Ok, I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks.” “Might consider finding somewhere else to sleep tonight too…

being as all the folk are gone now. Hate to find out you died in your sleep… or something.”

Dale blinked and stared at him. “Excuse me?” “Like I said, trouble.” Paw swung up onto the wagon and looked

back down at Dale. “He’s just never been caught at it.” He snapped the reins and the horses started to move.

Dale nodded and stepped out of the way, watching him turn the wagon and drive off. Now that, he thought, is a very observant man. He examined the bundle he was holding then crooked one corner of his mouth into a lopsided grin. “Kheri,” he addressed the darkness behind him without turning around. “If you’re going to eavesdrop, you’ll need to be a lot quieter on the approach.”

Kheri shrugged and stepped around the corner of the house. Dale turned to face Kheri as he stepped into sight. “What’d you

hear?” Kheri shoved his hands into his pant’s pockets. “Nothing much.

That I’m trouble. Same thing they always say behind my back.” He kicked at the ground with the toe of his boot then met Dale’s eyes. “They’re gone and my aunt’s out of the way... can you answer my question now?”

A slow smile spread over Dale’s face. “Are you sure you want the answer to that question?”

Kheri pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed his arms. “You asked me that this morning. Yeah, I want the answer to that question.”

Dale nodded. “Let it get fully dark. Where can I change?”

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Kheri gestured across the yard. “The barn I guess. Just watch out for the cow.”

Dale grinned, thinking back to the rooster, turned and headed for the barn.

Kheri watched him go, fighting with emotions of confusion and fear, and a feeling he refused to put the name of friendship on. “Demons don’t eat and sleep,” he asked himself. “Do they?”

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Dale opened the barn door and stepped inside. The smell was overpowering and he covered his mouth, trying not to gag. Something squished underfoot. Figures, he thought, scraping the mess from his boot onto a nearby board. Wonder how long it’s been since anyone cleaned this place. I am not getting dressed in here. He walked back outside and went behind the barn.

A thick forest of tall thistles, wound about with the vines of stinging nettles had sprung up behind the barn. A gourd plant covered with spines rambled over the only bit of open space. Dale grimaced and stepped carefully between its leaves.

He pulled off his belt and boots, slipped Paw’s hand-me-downs over top of his jumpsuit and threaded his belt through the loops on the pants. Sensors in his suit detected the extra clothing and activated the molecular computer woven into its fabric, turning the suit invisible.

Dale touched a control on his belt and its surface shifted from gleaming black to the color and texture of dark brown, beat-up leather. He pulled his boots back on and stomped his feet down into them firmly. Activate camouflage. Target boots, he commanded silently. Match to belt. His suit reacted instantly and his boots took on the same well-used appearance.

Dale stretched and shoved his hands in the pant’s pockets. Crumpled paper met his touch and he pulled it out.

I wonder if this is their currency… or something else. He stuck it back in a pocket and walked around to the front of the barn.

Something detached itself from the darkness as he started across the yard, slamming into his back. He hit the ground, rolled with the impact and rose to his feet. Spinning around, his hand slapped invisible controls on his belt, activating his force field and infrared vision.

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Three large humanoid figures sprang into view, their heat signatures blazing like the noonday sun.

Lights. His suit reacted in time with his thought, activating the daylight

effects sensors, and light washed across the yard. Dale found himself facing three, eight feet tall, hideous creatures.

Massive muscles rippled under leathery skin encased in battle armor. Foul tempered and armed with blasters, they snarled at him and advanced.

Gorgs, Dale thought, dropping into ready stance. Why is it I always seem to wind up in a fight when I’m exhausted?

The largest Gorg stepped forward, snarling viciously. “You come with us,” he demanded in Galactic Standard, pointing his blaster at Dale’s midsection.

Dale stood his ground. The Gorg roared in frustration, leveled its blaster at his head and

pulled the trigger. The shot went wide as Dale’s feet connected with its abdomen and it lost its balance, the blaster flying from its grasp.

Dale hit the ground, scooped up the blaster and ducked a shot from the second Gorg. Whirling around, he brought the blaster butt down hard on the first Gorg’s head as it rose from the ground.

Stars shot off through the Gorg’s vision and it staggered. Dale swung around, brought the blaster to sight on the third

Gorg and thumbed the trigger. A flash of incandescence lit the night as the Gorg vaporized. The other two took a step back and vanished.

Dale cursed mentally and spun around, hunting other targets. The night was still once again, nothing more unusual than a few fireflies flitting through the air. He took a deep breath, hit the safety on the blaster, and walked over to Kheri.

The younger man was huddled on the ground, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees, trembling.

“Are you all right?” Dale asked, kneeling down beside him. Kheri shook his head and shivered. He took a shaky breath,

swallowed and looked into Dale’s eyes. “What...,” he whispered and tried again. “What was... were....”

Dale put a hand on Kheri’s shoulder. “Those were Gorg’s. Nasty, evil, foul tempered creatures that only live to do one thing.”

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“What?” Kheri asked, his voice trembling. “Kill for fun and profit. In the most unpleasant ways they can.”

Dale stood up and reached down to help Kheri to his feet. “And they are evidently after me for some reason, which means we do not stay here. We’re putting your aunt in danger.”

“Where did they come from?” Kheri’s voice shook, his eyes locked on Dale’s face.

Dale studied Kheri’s expression. Backwater planet, lots of superstitions, should have seen this one coming. “Kheri,” he pointed up at the stars. “Tell me what those are.”

Kheri glanced up at the sky, confused. “The stars?” Dale nodded. “I dunno. Lights or something?” Dale grinned. “Something. Those are suns. Like the sun that rises

and sets every morning only they are so far away, they look like little dots.” Kheri gazed up at the sky. He’d never thought much about the

stars before. They were pretty, it was nice to have them in the sky at night but that was the extent of his scientific curiosity. “Suns… But why’s it dark then?”

“Because they are so far away that by the time their light reaches us, there’s not much left.”

“Why...” “That,” Dale interrupted, “is where the Gorg come from. Out

there. From another world. A really unpleasant place.” “They’re not… demons?” “I guess that depends on your definition of demon. They’re flesh

and blood, but that’s about it. Their actions would fit most of the stories of demons I’ve ever heard.”

“But you killed them!” Dale shook his head. “I killed one. The other two fled. They’ll be

back though and I’d prefer not to be any where near your aunt when they return. Things could get very ugly if they bring reinforcements.”

Kheri shuddered. “Are you...” he faltered and glanced back up at the sky.

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Kheri nodded then shook his head rapidly. “Yes, well no. Not one of them but...”

“Yes. And I’m currently stranded here.” Kheri shook his head, confused. Dale took a deep breath and placed his hand on Kheri’s shoulder.

“It’s a very long story, and you might not understand most of it. Are you sure you want to hear this?”

Kheri swiveled his head and glanced over his shoulder at the area in front of the barn. “Yeah. I’d kind of like to know what else might show up in the middle of the night.”

Dale grinned. “I thought you’d be begging to stay here with your aunt.”

“You made it real clear earlier I’m not free to do that and… I would really prefer not to get on your bad side, okay?”

Dale nodded and walked over to sit on the stump Kheri’s aunt used when splitting firewood.

Kheri followed, skirting the area where the Gorg had been with wary caution.

Dale ignored him and scanned the night sky for several minutes, searching for familiar constellations. “I have absolutely no idea where I am,” he said, turning to Kheri after his search proved fruitless. “So, I can’t point out the exact location of anything. But I’ll try to explain. All the dots up there are suns, like I said. Some are about the same size as the one you see every day. Some are smaller, some are much larger…” He launched into a short beginner’s astronomy lesson.

Kheri said nothing, listening and gazing up at the sky occasionally.

Dale paused after a few minutes. “With me so far?” Kheri nodded and pointed up at the sky. “Yes. Kind of hard to

believe though. So every one of those dots has a world? With people?” “No. Most of them don’t have anything, but enough of them do.

Most the worlds are inhabited by decent people, but a few have creatures like the Gorg living on them.”

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Dale scanned the night sky, saying nothing for several minutes, then turned his attention back to Kheri. “The Gorg wouldn’t be a problem. They’re too stupid to get off their world on their own.”

“But…” Kheri protested, shaking a finger in the general direction of the ambush.

Dale held up his hand. “But… there are people who are more than willing to provide them with the necessary tools. They use the Gorg to do their dirty work.”

“So why doesn’t someone stop them?” “We try. Sometimes we win, sometimes they do.” Kheri’s eyebrows shot up. “We? You’re a guard?” His mind

conjured up images of the town guards doing battle with the Gorgs. Dale grinned. “Something like that. That’s not quite the same as

what I usually do, but it’s close enough.” “So is that why the Gorg are after you?” Dale shrugged. “There could be a lot of reasons. Maybe someone

has a grudge against me. Maybe I walked into the wrong bar. Maybe they thought I was someone else. Who knows.” He stood up from the stump and dusted the back of his pants. “Personally, I don’t feel like sticking around to ask them.”

Kheri shivered and nodded his head. “Yeah, me either.” “They won’t be back tonight,” Dale said as they started for the

house. “They’ll have to go back, get new orders, probably get replaced with others… Gorg employers tend to dislike failure. By the time they return, I intend to be far away. Very far away.”

Kheri stopped walking as Dale’s last comment sunk in. “Like…

How far is far?” Dale paused and turned to Kheri, crossing his arms. “Far enough

that they can’t easily find me. They’ll search at least fifty miles around where they saw me last, so farther than that.”

Kheri groaned. “That’ll take us completely out of the Barony, and into the wilds.”

“So?” “So, do you have any idea what’s out there?” Kheri’s voice rose in

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“No. Do you?” “Yeah. Ogres and Trolls and Dragons and Bilbeasts and Bandits

and…” Kheri ran through a long list of possible horrors. Dale stood silently, waiting for him to wind down. “And you’ve

seen these things?” “Well, no. But I’ve heard about them!” “You have however, seen the Gorg. Do you honestly want to be

where they’ll be looking when they come back?” “Uh… Not especially, no. But they’re just coming back for you

aren’t they?” “Maybe. But you were out here too. Did they see you?” “I… don’t know… I don’t think so. They didn’t show up till you

were halfway back from the barn.” “Then they might not come looking for you. But are you sure you

want to take that chance?” Dale’s words cut through Kheri with a chill like an icy lake in

winter. He shuddered. “No.” “My sentiments exactly.” Kheri crossed his own arms and scowled. “Not that I have any

choice.” Dale crooked one corner of his mouth into a lopsided grin.

“There is that. But you could be in a lot worse shape.” “Yeah, I could be sleeping in an alley,” Kheri grumbled

sarcastically. “You could be lying dead in the street at hands of the town

guard.” Kheri twisted his face into a scowl then remembered how easily

Dale had spotted the guard he hadn’t seen. “Yeah, I guess. But this would be a whole lot easier if you’d ask instead of ordering!”

Dale captured Kheri’s gaze and held it. Kheri set his jaw and met Dale’s eyes for a few seconds then wilted

and stared at his hands. “Well, it would,” he muttered. “You want that, earn it.” Dale’s tone was hard and Kheri flinched, wilting further. “Yes sir,”

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Dale put a hand on Kheri’s shoulder. “If you don’t force me to give orders, I’m much more likely to make requests.”

The day had been one shock after the other and Kheri’s emotions teetered on the edge of disintegration. He’d toyed several times with the idea of escape but now he stood, staring at Dale’s feet, and realized just how out matched he was. He resigned himself to living under Dale’s command for a while, took a deep breath and looked back up. “When do we leave?”

“As soon as it’s light.” ~*~

Kheri’s aunt was quite happy to have them spend the night. She made up the couch and retired earlier than normal. Kheri disappeared into the guest room soon after.

Dale found sleep elusive. He’d glossed over the Gorg when explaining things earlier in the evening, but now he turned them over in his mind.

Too much of a coincidence. That warp was no accident either; someone opened it on purpose. He thought back to his ineffective struggle with wild energies and scowled. It wasn’t that big. I should have been able to close it. Someone was fighting me to keep it open. I’m sure whoever it is, is also behind the Gorg. I wish I knew what was going on.

He sat up, put his hands behind his head and leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

We have to get out of range as rapidly as possible. Fifty miles won’t be nearly enough. Five hundred might be, but we can’t possibly walk that fast. We’ll have to ride, and in something faster than a wagon, but these people aren’t likely to give their horses away. The possibility of stealing an unwatched horse came to mind and he shoved it away. No. That’d cause more trouble than it would mend. Besides, he glanced toward the bedroom where Kheri was sawing logs. He doesn’t need to see me stealing.

Dale stood, walked out on the front porch and sat down on the steps. The moon was rising, its light painting the landscape with a silvery sheen. A chorus of crickets called to each other and in the distance, he could hear the occasional whinny of a horse. Wings whirred through the

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air as an owl swooped down out of the tree and sailed away, a rabbit dangling from its talons. He smiled, enjoying the night.

“Why is it,” he asked the world in general after a few minutes. “That I never get a break? This is actually a pretty decent place to be stranded, and what happens? I get chased by Gorg. If this were an inhospitable desert, I can guarantee nothing would even think about bothering me!” He sat on the porch for a while longer then got up and went back inside.

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The sensors in Dale’s suit awakened him as the first bits of morning light filtered through the window blinds. The clock chose that moment to chime the hour and he sat up reluctantly.

The daily cleaning cycle in his suit activated a second later and Dale jumped. He rarely noticed the sensation, which was similar to immersion in a bath of low voltage electricity, but occasionally it hit the wrong nerves. He winced and scratched his scalp vigorously.

It would be nice to reach a state once in a while where I’m actually safe enough to take this thing off!

Memories of the last time he’d made that mistake surfaced. The place was a small planet on the edge of a minor galaxy. It was beautiful, with pristine lakes, pure air and a marvelous landscape. He’d foolishly decided to go for a swim only a few hours after arriving for an assignment. A tribe of three-foot high, spear-wielding porcupines had ambushed him at the worst possible moment. He’d barely had enough time to grab his suit and swing up into a tree. Attempting to get dressed, while clinging to a branch with spears whizzing around him, had taught him a valuable lesson.

No matter how innocent a place looks, something is usually waiting to make you part of the food chain.

He shook the memory away and stretched then stood and walked over to the open guest room door.

Kheri was sprawled across the middle of the bed, the blankets bunched underneath him, and his feet dangling off the side.

Dale clapped his hand over his mouth and stifled a laugh. He stood waiting for several seconds, shook his head and knocked lightly on the door.

Kheri didn’t move. Dale knocked louder.

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Kheri’s snoring increased in volume and he seemed to sink deeper into the bed.

Kheri’s aunt opened her door and came out, tying her belt around her bathrobe. “He won’t wake up like that,” she said, a twinkle in her eye. “Sleeps way too sound. This’ll get ‘em though.” She walked into the guest room, lifted a pitcher of water from the nightstand and dumped it over Kheri’s head.

Kheri erupted out of bed, spluttering. “Get up,” his aunt commanded. “The day’s wastin’ away and

there’s chores to be done.” She set the pitcher back on the nightstand, turned and strode out the door, giving Dale a wink as she passed.

Dale collapsed against the doorframe, shaking with laughter. Kheri shook the water out of his hair and glowered at him.

“Laugh it up,” he growled. “I’ll bet you’d look funny too, if someone dumped a bucket of water on you when you were asleep.”

Dale caught his breath and grinned. “Probably. You must admit though, it was effective.”

Kheri scowled and walked over to the door. “Yeah. It’s also the main reason I moved out.”

Dale nodded. “Well come on, it’s time we were on the road.” Kheri took hold of the door. “Just as soon as I get changed.

Excuse me.” He shut the door firmly in Dale’s face then winced. Nothing happened however and he relaxed. Stupid Kheri, he chided himself and pulled off the wet nightshirt. That could have been real bad. Hope he didn’t just get mad and decide to make me pay later. His vivid imagination kicked into hyper-drive and he shuddered, took a deep breath and rapidly got dressed.

~*~ Dale joined Kheri’s aunt in the kitchen where she was busily

wrapping food in a large square of cloth. She smiled at him, and began tying up the corners of the cloth bundle. “I figure you boys might like some lunch later. Walking’s hungry work.”

She handed it to him and said seriously. “Take care out there on the roads. There are worse things lurking in the wild than the three what ambushed you in my yard last night.”

“You saw that?”

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“Of course I saw, and you did well against them. But” she shook her head. “There are far worse things in the wilds than those. So be very careful.”

“I intend to,” Dale said, wondering how she had guessed where he intended to go.

She looked him squarely in the eye and placed her hands on her hips. “As to that, I don’t have to guess. You’re broadcasting loud enough to wake the dead.”

Dale stared at her in shock and reflexively clamped down on his thoughts.

She grinned and patted him on the arm. “Don’t worry. No one else around here can hear you. Just me.” Reaching into her bathrobe pocket, she pulled something out and pressed it into his hand. “You’ll need horses, and they’re not cheap. Take that. Should be enough there for two. Talk to Paw Tucker, he raises ‘em. Tell him I sent you.”

She glanced into the living room at the closed guest room door and dropped her voice. “Take care of Kheri. He’s got a good heart, but he’s been out of control all his life. Needs someone to straighten him up.”

A smile tugged at the corners of Dale’s mouth. “Just how much have you overheard?”

A bit of a grin crept over Matilda’s face. “Enough. You’re not the first we’ve had stranded around here, and you probably won’t be the last. My mother, dead these many years, she could tell when there was a stranger anywhere in the Barony. The sight doesn’t run that strong in me, but it’s good enough.” She smiled, took Dale’s arm and tugged him into the living room. “You boys better get going,” she said in a normal voice. “Sun’s gonna get hot today.” She walked over to the guest room door and rapped loudly on it. “Get a move on in there. I’ve got a load of wood that needs choppin’.”

Kheri opened the door and came out, tucking his shirt into his pants. “We can’t…”

“I know.” His aunt interrupted. “Your friend told me. Got a walk to take this morning. Well get going. Sun gets hot early these days.”

She put a small meat pie into his hands. “Might get hungry before lunch. Now scat, so’s I can clean up that room you turned upside down.”

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Kheri ran his hand through his unruly blond hair and moved out of her way. She bustled past him into the guest room and set about making the bed.

“Let’s go,” Dale said, heading for the front door. Kheri started to follow then impulsively ran back to his aunt. He

gave her a quick hug, kissed her on the cheek then hurried after Dale. Matilda watched him go, a fond smile flickering over her face.

~*~ Dale was waiting on the porch when Kheri came outside. “Tell

me what this is,” he requested, opening his hand. Kheri’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. “Wow!” Dale arched his eyebrows. “I assume by your reaction it’s either

something very good or very bad. Which is it?” “Uh… good. Definitely good. Where did you get that?” “I found it in these pants. What is it?” “You don’t know what money is?” Dale balled the paper up in one hand and placed his fists on his

hips. “I know what money is,” he said, his tone bordering on impatience. “But this doesn’t look like anything I’m used to.” He held the paper back out where Kheri could see it. “What is it?”

“Oh. Well, that’s probably enough to buy my aunt’s whole farm.” Kheri picked up one of the pieces. “This is a one doran note.

They’re worth five-hundred gills. You don’t have any of those, but they’re worth two-hundred minigills.”

“And a minigill? How much would it buy?” “A pint of watery ale, or a night in the inn’s cheap room.” Dale examined at the pieces of paper in his hand then stuffed

them back into his pocket. “All right, which way to the Tucker farm?” “Why?” Irritation crept back into the tone of Dale’s voice. “Because I need

to give this money back before we do anything else.” “Oh.” Kheri bit back a protest and pointed down the road. “That

way, first farm we’ll come to.” “All right, let’s go.” Dale stepped down off the porch and strode

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Kheri jumped off the porch and ran after him. A curious feeling crept over him as he stepped out onto the road, and he suddenly felt he would never see his aunt again.

He stopped and turned around, fighting a wave of homesickness. Memories of years gone by flooded through his mind and he felt a pang of regret. I wish things had turned out different. I hope you’re still here when I come back… if I ever get to. He stood staring at the house for almost a minute then turned back to the road.

Dale was standing not far away, his arms crossed, watching him. Kheri avoided eye contact, shoved his hands into his pant’s

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The road wandered lazily past open land covered with wild flowers of various shades. Kheri waited until the farm was out of sight, glanced over his shoulder and tossed the meat pie into a field.

“Not fond of her food?” Kheri dusted his hands on his pants. “Not her meat pies. She likes

‘em burnt. Besides, Maw Tucker always gives me more food than I can finish when I stop at her farm.”

“Kheri…” Dale hesitated and left the sentence unfinished. Kheri snapped a twig from a bush as he passed and looked over

his left shoulder at Dale. “What?” Dale was gazing out over the fields. “The Gorg are usually pretty

single minded but there’s always the possibility that if they can’t find me…” He turned toward Kheri, a serious expression flickering over his face. “That they might pick other targets.”

Kheri stopped walking and stared at him. “Other targets?” he repeated. “Like my aunt?”

Dale stopped walking as well. “Or anyone else. It’s a very slight possibility, but it does exist.”

“But!” “It’s a very slight possibility,” Dale repeated. He turned to face

Kheri and crossed his arms. Kheri clenched his fists and glared at Dale, fighting the urge to

turn and run back to his aunt’s farm. “You could have said this last night!” “I spent most of last night remembering everything I knew about

them. I only remember one recorded incident of the Gorg kidnapping random people who weren’t their designated targets.”

Kheri’s eyes flashed and he fought with rage that threatened to consume his self-control. “All right. But if anything happens to my aunt, I’m holding you responsible for it!”

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“If anything happens to your aunt, I’ll fix it if I can.” Kheri’s emotions over-rode his common sense. “Why couldn’t

you have been stranded some where else?” he snarled, glaring furiously at Dale.

Dale’s voice took on a hard edge and he narrowed his eyes. “I had all I could do to keep from being torn apart by the forces I was trying to control. Choosing which planet to land on was the last thing on my mind. Besides,” he said, prodding Kheri in the chest with his finger. “I’m not the one who was robbing drunks, and breaking the law, in the dark.”

Kheri returned Dale’s gaze for a few seconds then dropped his head and stared at the road. He took a deep breath and unclenched his fists. “Sorry.”

Dale uncrossed his arms. “Can we continue now?” Kheri nodded, skirted around Dale and set off once more toward

the Tucker farm. ~*~-

The road topped a swell in the land a while later and the Tucker farm loomed into view. It was quite a bit larger than Matilda’s, with a rambling farmhouse surrounded by trees and a yard full of dogs. They bounded up to Kheri as he approached, engulfing him in a mass of barking fur. He laughed, scratching one of the dogs behind the ear and attempted to push his way through them.

Paw Tucker sat on the porch steps whittling on a gnarled stick, his back propped against a post. He took in the scene, a bit of a smile playing about his face at Kheri’s obvious discomfort then whistled. The panting dogs piled onto the porch and flopped down, their moist pink tongues dangling out the sides of their mouths. He tossed the stick aside and stood, folded his knife and shoved it in the hip pocket of his overalls as Kheri and Dale followed the dogs onto the porch.

“Well you boys are out early this morning. How’s your aunt feeling?”

Kheri squatted and scratched one of the dogs on the back of the neck. “She’s fine. Up making the beds and kicking us out to get fresh air.” He grinned up at Paw and went back to petting the dog.

Paw chuckled at the thought. “So what can I do for you boys?”

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Dale pulled something out of his pocket. “I found this in the pants you gave me and I thought you might like it back.”

Paw’s face lit up and he took the money Dale offered. “Well now, don’t that beat all? Who’d a thought I’d left anything like that in those pants.”

He handed one of the doran’s back and pocketed the rest. “I’m much obliged. Why don’t you boys come in and have breakfast. Maw should be setting it on the table right about now.”

Dale smiled. “Thanks. We didn’t have the chance to eat, so we’d be happy to join you.”

Paw reached over and opened the screen. The dogs erupted from the porch and dashed into the house, followed closely by Kheri.

Dale didn’t move. “There is something else I need to talk to you about, if you’ve the time.”

Paw shut the screen door, hitched his thumbs under his suspenders and nodded. “Certainly. What is it?”

“Kheri’s aunt suggested you might have a couple horses you’d be willing to sell.”

Paw stroked his chin, nodding slowly. “I might at that.” He opened the screen door again and stood aside. “Let’s go eat breakfast first, before there’s none left, and then we’ll go take a look.”

~*~ The table was loaded with food and crowded with members of

the Tucker household. Paw ambled over and took his place at the head, gazing around at his family. “Now you young’ns watch your manners this morning,” he said, wagging a finger, as Dale sat down in the only empty spot. “We’ve got guests.” He reached over, picked up a platter of biscuits and took one.

The table exploded with activity at his signal. Silence, broken only by requests to pass things, reigned for several minutes while everyone concentrated on the rapidly vanishing food.

At last, Paw pushed his plate back and gave out a loud belch of satisfaction. “Good breakfast Maw,” he said, patting his stomach. “That’ll hold till lunch.”

Maw Tucker smiled and stood then began clearing the dishes.

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Paw stretched and pushed himself away from the table. “Well now, shall we go look at the horses?”

Dale looked up in surprise and stood, leaving part of his food unfinished. “Lead the way.”

Kheri glanced up, shrugged and returned to eating. ~*~

They left the house and walked over to a near-by pasture. Several horses trotted up to the fence at their approach and Paw reached up to scratch one on the muzzle. “Take your pick. How many ya need?”

Dale leaned his arms on the fence and watched the horses. “Just two.”

“You got a cart?” Dale swiveled his head and looked over his shoulder at Paw. “No.

We’re riding them.” “You got tack?” “Tack? I’m not even sure what that is.” Paw grinned. “It what you use on a horse so you can ride him,

son. Things like saddles to sit on so you don’t fall off, and reins so you can guide the beast.”

“Oh.” Dale placed one foot on the bottom fence rail and leaned his chin on his arms. “No, we don’t have that either. We’ll have to find somewhere to buy some.”

Paw stuck his hands in his over-all pockets. “Tell you what. Since you were so honest and all, brought back the money you found, I’ll give you the horses.”

Dale stared at him. “But tack,” Paw shook his head. “That I don’t have. I can give

you a of couple halters,” he removed a hand from one of the pockets and gestured toward the barn. “But you’ll have to go visit Jhopar to buy tack.”

“Jhopar?” “He’s the blacksmith in these parts. Nice fellow, but a tad pricey.

Still, his stuff’s well made.” Dale put his foot back on the ground, quit leaning on the fence

and turned to face Paw. “How do I find him?”

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“Just go back to town and ask around for him. Kheri should know where his shop is.” Paw cocked his head and hitched his thumbs under his suspenders. “You ever ridden a horse, boy?”

“No.” Paw grinned. “Well let’s see about getting you acquainted with a

couple.” He climbed over the fence and hopped down on the other side. Dale fought with momentary panic and joined him.

The horses eyed him, ears twitching suspiciously. One took a step closer and bent its head, sniffing at his clothes. Paw took a small white cube from his shirt pocket. “She’s looking for sugar. Here, give her this.”

Dale took the cube and held it out to the horse between his fingers.

“Not like that son, you might lose a finger. Put it on your palm and open your hand up. Like this.” He placed a cube on his palm and offered it to the horse. She snorted and accepted it with slobbery lips. Dale opened his fingers and imitated Paw, cautiously holding out the cube to the horse. The horse finished the one she had, happily took the newly offered cube and munched on it.

Dale made a face and wiped horse slobber off his hand onto his pants. “Learn something new every day.”

Paw grinned. “You seem a might nervous.” “A bit.” “Haven’t ever been around a horse at all, have you?” Dale allowed himself a wry smile and shook his head. “Ah… no.

But I don’t have much choice.” Paw nodded, grinning broadly. “Figured as much. These guys will

get you where you want to go, but your backside’ll be sore for a few days.” He stroked one of the horses on the nose. “Ridin’s not hard. Kheri can teach you how I reckon. He’s not bad on a horse.”

Dale’s horse chose that moment to nip at his hair. “Hey!” He jerked his head away and smoothed his hair back into

place. Paw chuckled. “She wants more sugar. Here.” He handed Dale

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Dale dropped most of them into his shirt pocket and gave the horse another one. “Here, leave the hair alone.” The horse took the proffered cube and began chewing.

“Looks like you’ve made a friend. Think that one’ll be yours. Now,” Paw frowned and looked around. “Where is that boy?”

Kheri still hadn’t joined them. Paw shook his head and shook his finger at Dale. “You sure you

know what you’re doing son? I warned you, he’s trouble.” “I know what I’m doing.” Paw said nothing for several seconds then shrugged. “All right,

suit yourself.” He leaned one elbow on the top of the fence. “But if you want to get going anytime today, you better go roust him out o’ the house.”

“I’ll be back in a minute.” Dale climbed over the fence, jumped down on the other side, and started for the house.

~*~ Kheri had just finished off his second plate when Dale walked

back inside. “Were you planning on eating all morning?” Kheri looked up, startled. “No.” He stood quickly and his chair

toppled over backwards, crashing to the floor. “Then come on, the day’s not getting any younger,” Dale

commanded, clearly annoyed. Kheri’s face fell. “Coming,” he muttered. He picked up the chair,

shoved it under the table and followed Dale out to the pasture. ~*~

Paw leaned on the pasture fence and watched as Dale and Kheri walked across the grass toward him. A dark cloud had settled over Kheri’s face and Paw noticed the angry glare Kheri threw at Dale’s back. That’s trouble brewing and no mistake, he thought, stroking his chin. Finally picked a fight with the wrong person it looks like. Got himself in hotter water than he knows how to get out of I reckon. Well who knows, might be good for him. That boy’s fortunate the guards haven’t run him through by now, or tossed him in the Baron’s dungeons.

They reached the fence a few seconds later and Dale climbed over. Kheri followed, eyeing the horses and avoiding Paw’s gaze.

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Paw turned around and leaned his back on the fence, stretching his arms across the top of it. “Kheri, see if you can make friends with one ‘o these.”

Kheri nodded and looked the horses over warily. The horses regarded him just as cautiously, tails swishing back and forth. One of the males snorted, turned and trotted away. He reached up and gently stroked the nose of the nearest horse. It snorted and he paused and tried again. The horse relaxed and put its ears forward, bending its head down. Kheri grinned and rubbed its neck, talking to it in a low voice. The horse flicked its tail and twitched one ear.

“You gonna let me ride you? Let’s find out.” Kheri walked around to the other side of the horse, used the fence

to help him climb onto its back and rode off across the pasture. Paw lifted a corner of his mouth, watching Kheri as he rode away.

“Looks like he’s found a match. Don’t suggest you try riding without a saddle though. Mighty uncomfortable, ‘less you’re used to it.”

“I wasn’t planning on it. You said something about halters?” “Yep. Let me fetch ‘em.” Paw climbed back over the fence and

walked off toward the barn. Dale watched him go and turned back to his horse. She had

discovered his shirt collar and decided to chew on it, nibbling at the corner. Dale pulled the collar out of her mouth. “Stop that. There’s no more sugar and that’s not edible.” She tossed her head and bumped him in the chest. Dale reached up and stroked her nose. “Demanding aren’t you? There’s still no more sugar.”

Kheri rode back up a few seconds later and slid down. “He’ll let me ride him.” He stared at his hands and picked at a fingernail. “Uh, Dale…”

Now what? Dale stopped petting the horse and turned to him. “Yes?”

“Sorry I lost my temper,” Kheri mumbled. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest and hunched over, staring at the ground.

“Apology accepted. I’m sorry I got irritated. I’m just very worried about the Gorg and any delay is hard to deal with right now.”

Kheri jerked his head up, completely taken by surprise at Dale’s reaction.

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Paw ambled back to the pasture a few minutes later and handed two halters over the fence to Dale. “Here you are. You ever used one of these?

“No.” Paw turned his attention to Kheri and gestured at Dale. “He

don’t know anything about horses, you’re gonna have to teach ‘em.” “Can I have one of those?” Kheri asked, indicating the halters. Dale handed him one and Kheri turned it around then held it up.

“This part goes over the horse’s nose, and this under his chin. Like this. Watch.” He slipped the halter onto the horse and buckled it into place. “See?”

Dale looked at the halter in his own hands and silently activated the event log in his suit.

Playback the last sixty seconds. Half speed. The air in front of his eyes sparkled and a slow motion,

transparent replay of Kheri’s instructions began. He followed the playback as it ran, turning the halter around, slipping it onto the horse and buckling it into place.

End playback. Standard logging. The images vanished and Dale glanced at Paw. “How’s that?”

Paw nodded, a pleased smile spreading across his face. “Nicely done. You’re a fast learner.”

Dale shrugged and said nothing. Paw grinned at him and hitched his thumbs under his suspenders.

“Be a little different when you try ridin’ her though.” Dale forced himself to relax and smile at Paw. “Thank you,” he

said, extending his hand. “I really appreciate this.” “Think nothing of it,” Paw replied, grasping Dale’s hand firmly.

“Always glad to help out a neighbor.” He shook Dale’s hand and turned to Kheri.

“How long you going to be gone?” “I don’t…” Kheri stopped in mid-sentence. “Thought as much. Let me give you a piece of advice boy,

whether you like it or not.” Paw pointed his finger at Kheri and the mirth vanished from his expression. “I don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into this time, but don’t follow your usual tricks and get yourself in worse.

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You’ve been just a hair away from landing in the Baron’s dungeons for some time now. Everyone knows it. You know it.”

Kheri crossed his arms definitely and set his jaw. Paw frowned at Kheri and continued. “And don’t look at me like

that. Won’t do you any good to argue, facts is facts. You behave yourself, you hear?” He shook his finger in Kheri’s face. “Don’t go giving Dale here any trouble and you might just live to see thirty.”

Kheri reddened, took a deep breath and nodded sharply. Paw turned to Dale. “Don’t take no lip from him. ‘Bout time

someone took him in hand and made him straighten up. Come on, the gate’s over here.” He walked across the pasture and let them out.

Dale led his horse onto the road, waited for Kheri to join him and turned back to Paw. “Thank you again. Your help is greatly appreciated.”

Paw smiled and shut the gate. “You’re mighty welcome. Go visit Jhopar and get that tack.”

“That’ll be our next stop.” Paw turned his attention to Kheri. “I’ll keep an eye on your aunt,

so don’t you worry none. Things’ll be just fine, here.” Kheri nodded silently, holding the halter’s lead tighter than

necessary. Paw latched the gate, waved and strode across the pasture toward the barn.

Dale watched him go and turned to Kheri. “Don’t let it eat at you.”

“I’m trying not to,” Kheri replied through gritted teeth. “But it’s none of his business!”

“Regardless. Let it go. Let’s just go find Jhopar and see if I can actually stay on a horse.”

Kheri grinned at the image of Dale falling off the horse and started down the road back toward town.

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It was a hot, dusty noon when they reached the town and the streets were bustling with noisy activity.

Kheri threaded his way through the commotion, turning down a small side road not too far from the town entrance. He led the way past several shops and finally paused in front of a large wooden building from which echoed the ringing sounds of a hammer hitting an anvil. He secured his horse to the rail and dusted his hands on his pants. “This is Jhopar’s shop.”

Kheri left Dale standing in the middle of the shop and made his way to the back. He stepped out into the yard and cupped his hands around his mouth. “Jhopar!” His voice was lost in the clang of the hammer. He shouted again and walked over to the burly man. “Jhopar!”

The blacksmith stopped pounding. His face twisted into a black scowl and he hefted the hammer. “Get lost punk. I ain’t got nothing to say to the likes of you.”

Kheri stepped on a retort and pointed toward the shop. “I brought you a customer. One with money this time.”

“Likely story,” Jhopar grunted, but he put the hammer down and wiped his hands on a towel. “I find out you’re tryin’ ta scam me runt…”

Kheri raised his hands and backed away, shaking his head. “I’m not. He’s inside.” The blacksmith glared at him and strode toward the shop.

Dale glanced up as the blacksmith entered and turned toward him. “You must be Jhopar.”

“Yeah, that’s me. And you are?” Dale smiled and held out his hand. “Dale. Paw Tucker said you

might have some tack to sell.” A smile creased the blacksmith’s face and he reached for Dale’s

hand. “Ah. Well that’s all right then. Paw’s a good man.” He grasped

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Dale’s hand in an iron grip and pumped it vigorously. “I’ve got some tack. What did you need?”

Dale spread his hands apart and shrugged. “I guess everything. I’ve got two horses but Paw only had a couple halters.”

“We’ll have to take a walk over next door. The leather stuff’s over there.” Jhopar turned and glared at Kheri. “You can take off now runt; I ain’t paying you for this.”

“He’s with me,” Dale interrupted before Kheri could speak. The blacksmith narrowed his eyes and scowled at Kheri. “All

right, but if he causes me any trouble…” “He won’t.” “We’ll see.” The blacksmith pointed a finger at Kheri and

narrowed his eyes. “You get outta line punk, and I’ll use your head for a hammer, got it?”

Kheri nodded and stepped behind Dale. The blacksmith turned back to Dale and motioned toward the

door. “This way.” They walked around the forge to a small building nestled in the

back. Jhopar unlocked a massive lock threaded through two links of a heavy chain and pulled the door open, allowing a cloud of dust to escape. The building was neatly arranged with several saddles piled in a corner and various leather objects hanging from hooks on the walls.

Jhopar walked over to a saddle, hefted it and looked at Dale. “Were those your horses out front?”

Dale nodded. Jhopar handed him the saddle. “Here, take this.” He picked up a

second one, scowled at Kheri, and jerked his head. “Get the reins and blankets and make it fast.”

Anger flickered through Kheri’s eyes but he moved to obey, gathering up several blankets from a dusty corner. A mouse that had made her home in the pile squeaked in fright and dashed for safety. Kheri jumped backward and fell against the wall. The impact knocked a number of the reins loose and they cascaded down on top of him.

Dale snickered and forced himself not to laugh at the sight of Kheri standing in the shed, hands over his head, draped in leather straps. “You Okay?”

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Kheri rubbed his head where the metal bit of a bridle had smacked him, nodded, and untangled himself from the straps.

The tack was used but still in good condition and after a short while both horses were outfitted properly. The blacksmith threw in a set of saddlebags and inspected the horses. “Horses need shoeing. Give me sixty minigills and I’ll throw that in as well.”

Dale cast a glance up at the sun. “How long will that take?” “About an hour. Not long. Save you a lot of trouble down the

road.” Dale winced. “All right.” The blacksmith untied the horses, took them by the reins and led

them around to the back of his shop, leaving Dale and Kheri standing under the awning in front.

Dale reached into his pocket and pulled the money Matilda had given him. “Your aunt gave me this,” he said, holding the bills out where Kheri could see them. “How much are they worth?”

Kheri pointed to one. “This is a minigill. That one’s a moll. It’s worth ten minigills. That one’s worth five, it’s called a doll.” He stopped, his attention suddenly focused on the street. “Put it away,” he hissed. “We’ve got company.”

Dale shoved the money back into his pocket and followed Kheri’s gaze. A pair of shifty characters were walking down the street toward the blacksmith’s shop, chatting. Dale rested his hands on his hips and watched them. “Someone you know?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” Dale thumbed the force field control on his belt, stepped out into

the street, and confronted them. They exchanged glances and one tipped his hat. “Afternoon.” “Yes,” said the other. “Afternoon. Doing a little business with the

blacksmith today?” “Perhaps. If it’s any of your business.” The first man held his hands up. “No need to get testy. Just being

polite and all.” The second man’s eyes darted behind Dale to where Kheri stood

on the walk and he forced a smile. “We just have a bit of business to conduct here ourselves.”

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“Do you now?” Dale uncrossed his arms and gestured toward the shop. “Well then, don’t let me stop you.”

“You know,” the first one glanced at his companion. “Perhaps we’ll just come back later.”

The second man bobbed his head. “Yes. Perhaps later. Have a good afternoon will you?”

They exchanged looks, turned and began to walk away. “Duck!” Kheri shouted. The two men took another step, turned back in tandem and

threw their daggers. Dale’s time slowed to a crawl as his suit’s protective functions

kicked in. The daggers sailed towards him in slow motion as timestop took effect. Dale waited long enough for them to reach him, then knocked them both out of the air. Time returned to normal and the daggers clattered to the ground at his feet. Dale narrowed his eyes and took a step toward the two would-be thieves.

They stared at him, broke, and ran. He watched them go, bent down and picked up the daggers. Kheri burst out laughing, watching them flee. “Now that’s a

beautiful sight.” Dale chuckled and handed the daggers to Kheri. “Here, you have

more use for those than I do.” Kheri accepted the daggers and stowed them away. “Thanks.

Teach me how to do that?” Dale looked at him innocently. “Do what?” Kheri made a face at him in response. “Move like that.” “We’ll see,” Dale grinned. “Now. We still need to find food and

supplies.” “The general store will have that stuff.” “How far is it?” Kheri gestured in the direction of the main street. “Not very far.

We’ve got time before the horses are done.” They walked back to the main street and Kheri led the way to the general store.

~*~ Dale opened the door and stepped inside, followed closely by

Kheri. He stopped and looked around, trying to make sense of things.

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