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The Skinwalker

Posted on Thu May 25th, 2017 @ 7:05pm by Stormwolfe
Edited on on Sun Jun 25th, 2017 @ 3:19pm

Chapter: The Long Road Home
Location: Coldwater Lodge, Coldwater Creek Ranch, Montana
Timeline: Late June 1875

Thunder shattered the night and lightning lit up the world briefly. The old house shuddered under Mother Nature's onslaught, but beyond a few moans and groans, it stood solidly against the raging storm. The boy huddled beneath the covers on his bed, praying for the storm to pass and for the night to be still although stillness brought its own kind of terror. Still, it was better than the maddening assault on one's senses by the storm.

Until the second day of the that month, Cody had not feared the storms, had not been frightened of the night and its sounds. All that changed in a matter of minutes. Even now, he could hear the terrified screams of his older siblings, Beth and Grant, the sounds of gunfire and the cackles and calls of the men who had attacked them. When it had all ended, his parents and siblings lay unmoving and covered in their own blood. He had huddled next to them until a coach passing the next day had stopped. By then, he had been wrapped in his own world, as still and unmoving as the rest of his family.

Cody cautiously pushed the covers off his small body so that he could peer across the shadowed room. Tucked into the other bed was the form of his twin sister, Nettie. She had not been with the family on that horrible day. They had left her at home because she was sick. Nettie had not seen the horrors he had and could sleep sound even with the storm. Cody eased out of his bed and crossed to stand beside Nettie's. In between the howling of the wind and the sound of thunder, he listened intently, only relaxing when he heard her sigh softly as she turned over. Cody no longer counted the number of times that he got out of bed at night to check and make sure Nettie was still alive, still breathing. He pulled the covers back up over his sister and went back to his bed.

The storm passed and gradually the usual night sounds began to permeate the night. In the distance, Cody heard a coyote bark and then the baying of a wolf. Closer to the house, he heard the eerie sound of an owl hooting as it hunted the night. But those were normal sounds, and he accepted them for what they were.

Cody was only five years old, but he had a decent understanding of death. He lived on a ranch where the cycles of life were unavoidable. Besides, last summer, his puppy had gotten sick, and his father had had to put it down, so it wouldn't suffer. He'd explained to Cody that the puppy's soul, like a person's, went somewhere else when the body could no longer serve it. It was supposed to be a better place. Cody hoped so since his parents, brother and sister were now dead too.

Then, there was the matter of the skinwalker. At least, in Cody's mind, that was the only explanation for the man. He had come a few days after the White Indians had killed his family. Hap and Maggie Forest, the ranch's foreman and his wife, had introduced him as Carson Tyndall, the family attorney. Cody had seen him come and go on occasion, but his parents had never introduced him. Cody found that he was glad for that because he was sure the man was one of the creatures that Noni and Cass, his cousins on the reservation, had told him about. Skinwalkers were one thing on the outside but something else on the inside. They looked human but were really monsters. The man's eyes looked like the eyes of the fish his father used to catch in the lake. There was nothing in them, no life there, but something that the boy was too young to identify, infinite evil.

Cody huddled back in his bed, pulling the covers over his head once more. The soft, sibilant sound of his sister's breathing finally lulled him back to sleep, but his sleep was restless, riven with dreams and terrors that he did not know how to explain.

 

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