Her eyes caught a glimpse of the hole in her shoulder where Little Bear had attacked her that fateful night so long ago. The smile turned into a bitter sneer. Little Bear, the man she trusted and loved, he had done this to her. He had turned her into this despised thing. He had stolen any chance she had in life and made her a harbinger of death and despair. When she left him, she had wanted to kill him. She still cursed herself for not taking the chance, but she was weak back then. Now, she was stronger, she was faster, she was a cold-blooded killer. If they ever met up again, she would tear him to shreds. She would make him pay for what he did to her.
She tore her gaze away from the mirror and stalked out into the street. Little Bear would get what he was owed, but in the meantime, she would find her fun elsewhere.
Keeping to the shadows, Summer Rain crept in the direction opposite the doctor's house. She found a lighted window and looked in. A man sat in a chair near an empty fireplace with a book in his hands. His wife was on a stool opposite him with her sewing.
Summer Rain's bare feet made no sound as she walked to the door. She tested it. It was unlocked. Pushing it open slowly and quietly, she eased herself inside. The door led to a small entryway. Stairs ran up and out of sight and two doors opened on the right side of the short hall. She crept forward and peered into the sitting room where she had seen the man and woman. They were still there, both absorbed by their distractions of choice.
The husband shifted in his chair and Summer Rain ducked back into the hall. She pressed herself flat against the wall and held perfectly still. She closed her eyes and let her hearing take over.
"Mama!" The call came from directly above her. Summer Rain fought back a growl. Children always complicated things.
"Mamaaaa!" The cry came again, more frantic this time with a high-pitched squeal at the end.
The woman in the sitting room sighed. “I'll go see what she wants.”
Summer Rain crept further down the hall and tucked herself into the shadows underneath the stairs. She waited for the woman to come out of the room. Just as she reached the stairs, Summer Rain scratched the wall behind her very lightly. The woman paused and glanced around. Summer Rain was hidden well enough that she could not be seen. She stared into the dark for another moment before putting a foot on the bottom step. Summer Rain scratched again, louder this time. Uncertain fear played across the woman's face, but she took a step in Summer Rain's direction. The younger woman pressed her lips together to hide the predator's grin that was trying to grow on her face.
The other woman kept walking toward her, slowly, examining the area around her, trying to see into the dark. Summer Rain waited until she was out of direct sight of the doorway, far enough that she wouldn't be seen if she fell that way, before she pounced. She snapped the woman's neck with a quick turn and lowered her slowly to the ground without a sound. The woman didn't even know she was going to die. She never had time to even gasp. A pity, Summer Rain thought. A broken neck meant the woman wouldn't turn, but there were at least two others in the house who could be used.
When the woman was down, she pulled the body back underneath the stairs. She folded it up so it couldn't be spotted unless someone was directly beside it. Then she walked toward the door to the sitting room. She hesitated for a moment at the stairs, deciding between victims. She chose to take out the father first. He was the biggest threat.
She walked into the room without stealth. Men rarely screamed. They would fight to near death before they would scream. This man was no different. He rose from his chair spitting curses at her.
“Get out of my house.” He hissed at her instead of shouting and his eyes darted upward toward the toddler. He clearly still thought his wife was safe upstairs.
Summer Rain grinned as she advanced on him. When she was halfway across the room, she leapt. The distance between them evaporated and she clamped her left hand over his mouth as she shoved him to the ground with her right. Once she had him pinned down, she gripped his throat with her right hand. Her left hand remained on his mouth to keep him from crying out loud enough to alert the neighbors. Her lips twitched with anticipation as she leaned over and trailed her tongue in a long line up his neck. She savored the taste of his skin until his body went slack beneath her.
A pout puckered her lips as she sat back. The man's breathing had stopped. She was a cat playing with its mouse, and the mouse had given up too quickly. She leaned over and ripped his shirt open. She had to act fast or he wouldn't turn. She sank her teeth into his chest, just over his heart, and tore a chunk free. She didn't need to, a simple bite would work, but why waste the opportunity for a snack? She savored the meat for a minute before pushing herself back to her feet.
Her mouth started watering in anticipation as she walked to the stairs. The flesh of a child was the sweetest of all those she had tried. It had been months since she had run across one so young, and she longed to taste it on her tongue. Summer Rain padded up the stairs slowly. Two doors greeted her at the top.
"Mama?"
It came from the second room, a small doddering thing with messy blond hair and a sleepy expression on her face. The girl rubbed at her eyes and squinted in Summer Rain's direction.
"Ma..." Her voice trailed off when she really looked at the woman in front of her. Her little mouth curved into a wide O and her blue eyes grew huge on her tiny face. She stared at Summer Rain, but didn't move.
Summer Rain smiled as she advanced on the child. She meant it to be a calming thing, but all the child saw was the snarling face of a beast. The little girl whimpered and cowered against the door frame, but she didn't run. She had nowhere to go.
"Mama," she whispered when Summer Rain reached her.
The dead woman just shook her head. She leaned down and picked the little girl up. The child shook in her arms as tears formed in her eyes. Summer Rain reached up with one hand and pushed up the sleeve on the nightshirt the little girl was wearing, exposing the tender flesh on the pudgy little arm. Then she moved that hand to the girl's mouth, gripping it like she had her father's. The muffled screams vibrated against her palm as she sank her teeth into the delicate meat. It was divine. She had not tasted such tender sweetness in a long time.
When the child sagged into her arms, she laid her on the floor. Her breathing was ragged, but she was alive, temporarily. Summer Rain allowed herself another taste, this time from the fatty muscle of the leg. She sat back on her heels and sighed as the blood dripped down her chin. When she swallowed her last bite, she licked her lips and stood.
Inside the room, she found a small bed and a crib. A baby lay sleeping inside the crib, a boy. She reached toward him, intending to simply snap his neck and end it, but as her fingers caressed his face, she changed her mind. She picked him up gently and wrapped him in a blanket.
Summer Rain walked back down the stairs and out of the house. Further down the street, she found another unlocked door. She laid the baby just inside and found all the inhabitants of the house asleep-- a mother, a father, three teenage daughters, and one younger son. She dispatched them all quietly and carefully, making sure they would return.
Satisfied, she picked up the child and worked her way back up to the barber shop. She peeked in the window. The barber was not yet awake, but he would be soon. She smiled as she stroked the baby's cheek. The sheriff would not be prepared for an attack from inside his precious town. Nine undead would walk the streets soon, with a terrible aching hunger in their bellies. They would attack anyone who came near them. She hoped they would be able to turn some others before they were taken down by the sheriff, if he could take them down at all. The chaos would be wonderful.
Summer Rain's pout returned. She wished she could stay to watch, but instead she followed the shadows back out into the wild. Knowing the havoc her new minions were about to cause was enough. She found greater pleasure in the small acts of sabotage than actually destroying a whole town. Of the four she had attacked this way, two of them had been overrun, its inha
bitants either turned or killed. Those were tiny settlements far removed from the rest of the world, much smaller than Lonesome Ridge, and Summer Rain had stayed around to witness the effect. A few of the inhabitants had tried to flee, but she caught them and turned them, leaving them to wander the woods alone. She wondered how long it would take until the creatures were discovered. So far, she had not encountered anyone that understood what she was. It made turning them easy. But now, she knew, that would no longer be the case.
Summer Rain walked through the woods until she found a small hill that rose into a clearing at the top. She settled down with the sleeping baby in her arms and looked up at the sky. For a very brief moment, she thought of her previous life, of the life she knew as a young maiden in a village by the river. Her finger trailed down the little boy's cheek. She would have had children of her own someday and they would have been raised up to be shaman like their father. Instead, she was a monster, doomed for the rest of her days to walk the earth in search of living flesh, to turn others into vile creatures like herself. No, she thought, not like her. Most of them did not know the hell she lived in. They didn't remember their past, what they were, the life they used to have. They were simply predators in a world of prey. She was cursed to always know what she was, what she could have been, what she lost.
Summer Rain growled into the night and shook the baby hard. He jolted awake and his startled cry echoed across the hill. She yanked away the blanket and clothing from the child and tossed the cloth to the ground. Silently cursing Little Bear, she sank her teeth into the soft flesh of the pudgy stomach. Flavor exploded across her tongue as tiny screams ripped through the night.
Chapter 24
As Hannah set cups and saucers on the table, Abby poured some cream from the ice box into a small pitcher and set the sugar bowl on the table. There were seven of them crowded around the little kitchen and it made for tight quarters.
"Here, take my seat." Jasper stood up from the chair he occupied near the end and beckoned to Hannah. With a bashful grin, she returned the kettle to the cast iron stove and scooted around the other bodies. She slipped into the vacant chair. Jasper settled his hands on her shoulders.
Cora wrinkled her nose teasingly at him before she turned to Abby. The younger woman's hands were on the table, cupping her tea, and Cora slipped her fingers into one of them. "Abby, Hannah, I know this is going to be difficult for you, but we need to know exactly what happened. Every detail. We need to know all you can remember so we can fight these things, so we can keep it from happening to anyone else. Can you do that for us?"
Abby took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She exhaled and looked straight at Cora. Her expression held none of the sadness and despair that had been etched into her features since that horrible night. Her jaw was set, her mouth was hard, and her eyes burned with determination. "Yes, we can do that. They need to be stopped, all of them. They need to be dead, permanently."
Cora gave her a weak smile. "That's the plan. With your help."
Between the two of them, Abby and Hannah relayed everything they could remember. Shortly after they started speaking, Doc Whitman disappeared into the other room and returned with some paper and a pencil. Cora took note of anything she found useful. By the time they were finished, Hannah's face was streaked with tears and Abby was shivering.
"Thank you, girls. I know that was hard, but this will help. I promise." She patted the older sister on the hand and turned to her brother. "So what's the plan, little brother?"
He quirked an eyebrow at her. "I dunno, big sister. You're always the one who comes up with the big plans. What do you suggest?"
The saloon girl rolled her eyes, but the little banter between them helped to lighten the mood. "Well," she said. "I think someone needs to head out to the Crawford farm, check things out, see what's going on there. If those things are there, they need to be destroyed." She cut a glance between the sisters. "And we need to take care of the others. I hate to say it, but if they're not one of those things, they should probably be burned, just in case. We don't want it spreading."
Amos cleared his throat and straightened in his chair. He had been quiet up to that point. "I think you're right. I'll go, if you don't mind, sheriff. I'll take some men with me and we'll clear the place out."
Connor chewed his lip as he looked at Amos. He was a good man, but he was young, about Abby's age. He was also terrified of his own shadow and could get beat in a bar fight pretty easily. But he was still the deputy, and he had to take responsibility sometime if he was going to take Connor's place as sheriff.
"Yeah," McClane conceded. "All right. But you take some men with you. Abby, how many did you say you saw?"
"Three, I think."
"Okay. Amos, I want you to take half a dozen men. Good men, who know their way around a pistol. Let's see... Get Paul Finch, Norman Baker, the Anders brothers..."
"I'll go." Jasper's hands were still on Hannah's shoulders as he volunteered. Her head shot around and she stared at him with wide, glistening eyes.
"No." Connor, Hannah, and Cora all spoke at the same time.
"Not happening," Connor said.
"Please don't," whispered Hannah.
"We need you here, Jasper. Someone has to fill in for the deputy while he's away. Connor needs someone by his side." Cora's voice was bright and reasonable. She spoke as if there was no other way to do things and that's just how it had to be. Jasper pressed his lips together and lowered his head.
Connor glanced at him once more before turning back to the deputy. Get Billy Teagan and Longtooth McKee, too. They'll go. Can't trust 'em for much, but they're some of the best shots in the area. Cora, why don't you go with him, help him explain the situation."
Her eyes glittered as she winked at Amos. "I'd be happy to."
The deputy flushed from his neck to the top of his head.
Connor rolled his eyes. "All right, so that's settled. Now we need to talk about how we're going to protect this town. We need patrols, day and night. Anyone who comes in or leaves gets checked for bites and whatnot. Doc is in charge of that. Anyone sick heads to the jail. We'll keep them behind bars until he gives them the all clear."
"That's all good and great, but how are we going to get people to volunteer? You think anyone is going to believe this? I mean, it sounds like a load of bullcrap, if we're completely honest."
All eyes turned to Hannah. She was quiet and reserved, a little mouse who scurried around and never bothered anyone. And here she was, participating in a conversation that could literally be life or death.
"I'll take care of that, too," Cora said. "Tonight, I'll help Amos and we'll get him out of town at first light. Then tomorrow morning, we'll gather everyone at the saloon and I'll give them the lowdown. No offense, little brother, but I think they'll be more willing to volunteer for a lovely lady like me than a drunk sheriff who can't protect the town." She returned his glare with a grin.
"Careful, Cora." He pointed a finger at her and shook his head. "Anyway, that sounds like a good plan. Jasper and Jacob, why don't you fellas join me at the jailhouse. We can go over the patrol routes, get it all worked out. Cora, you and Amos head out, round up the cavalry. Girls, you go on up to bed. Get some sleep. It's gonna be a long day tomorrow."
As everyone disbanded, Jasper pulled Hannah aside. He slipped his hand into hers and his heart melted as she gazed up at him with her startlingly blue eyes. "Hannah, I--"
She reached up and pressed a finger to his lips. "No, Jasper. Not yet. Not until this is over." She leaned up on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek, then scampered up the stairs without looking back.
Cora and Amos were able to convince all the men to join the deputy on his trek out to the Crawford farm. They tried to grab a few minutes of shut-eye, but none of them were able to sleep. Nearly a dozen people were gathered in the jailhouse. Instead of hemming and hawing until the light broke, they decided to start early, so they could be back before it grew dark again.
/> "Okay, boys," Amos said as he glanced out the window. "Let's head out." He readjusted his belt and slapped his hat on his head. He looked more confident than he felt. Inside, his stomach was twirling like a twister and his heart was pounding so hard it hurt.
Connor walked over to him and slapped a hand on his shoulder. "All right. You boys listen to Deputy Barnett, now. You hear me? He has my full authority to make any calls he needs to make. Don't question him. Just do what you're told. And come back in one piece, got it?"
The men mumbled in ascent as they filed out the door. Only Amos remained. "It'll be fine," Connor told him. "They're probably gone. And if they're not, just be careful. There are three of them and seven of you. You have guns. Keep them loaded, keep them ready."
Amos nodded and walked toward the door as Cora waltzed over to him. She grabbed his cheeks with her hands and pulled him to her. Her lips pressed against his and held him there for several seconds. Fire danced up and down his body and his mind ground to a halt. When she finally pulled away, his knees were shaking and he had trouble staying upright.
Cora laughed and patted him on the bottom. "You better come back to me, boy." She gave him a wink and trotted upstairs and out of sight.
The sheriff sighed. "Be careful, Amos."
The deputy regained his composure and cleared his throat. "Yes, sheriff. Will do." Then he tipped his hat and disappeared out the door.
When the group had ridden out of sight, Connor followed his sister up the stairs. He found her in Amos's bedroom, sitting on his bed with her head in her hands. Her shoulders shook and she sniffled loudly.
"Hey now, what's the matter?" Connor strode across the room and gathered Cora into his arms. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. "What's wrong?"
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