Inferno Gulch

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Chapter 5 (v.1)

Submitted: January 07, 2014

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PART FIVE?

"The Night"

Close to dawn, time once again froze. Both suns refused to rise. Earlier in the evening, Tracker had soaked the dust and dirt out of her tired body in a warm bath drawn by some high strung young maiden who called herself Elixir. Now the Tracker crawled naked into the soft bed but couldn’t sleep, so she lit a kerosene lamp that sat crookedly on a bedside table.

The lamplight cast eerie shadows upon the walls of the room. She took out another piece of paper from her saddlebag that she had hung on the end of the bedpost. This piece was a special map she studied to make sure she knew where all the escape points were located. She figured she would have to make use of one of those points sooner or later. A light tapping on the door immediately diverted her attention, as she instinctively reached for the Colt 45 still snug in its leather holster she had hung over the other bedpost.

“Who is it?” she softly called out as she quietly cocked the Colt’s trigger.

“Can I come in?” a softer voice replied.

Tracker slipped out of bed and stood off to the side. She listened for a moment before she yanked the door open, grabbed the figure standing in the dark hallway and pushed it harshly into the room. The figure landed hard upon the bed.

Holding the gun steady, she sternly asked, “and who are you?!”

The figure rolled over slowly. The attractive middle aged female’s ash blonde hair gently brushed the shoulders of a beige peasant dress that covered her slim figure all the way to her feet. Soft gray eyes glowed in the lamplight and Tracker noticed a beautiful sadness etched upon this female’s face.

“I need to know something,” the woman whispered, “you a Soul Tracker?”

Tracker rolled her eyes in disbelief, “Why does everyone keep asking me that?!”

“Because,” the woman replied in a steady voice, “we know when someone has a soul. When someone is alive and just passing through. Others have come claiming to be Trackers but they have all failed. We had accepted that there may never be anyone who could save us but that didn’t prevent us from praying.” She slightly smiled as she let out a strong sigh, “as if any prayer would ever matter in a place like this.”

Tracker walked over to the bed post and re-holstered the gun.

“Save you from what?” she rhetorically asked.

The woman slowly rose from the bed and walked over to the window and stared out into the void of the morning.

“He’s called himself many names over infinity,” she hypnotically replied.

“I’ll ask it again,” Tracker said irritatingly, “just who are you and what do you want?”

The woman turned away from the window. Tracker noticed a fear swiftly swirling within her grayish eyes.

“My name’s Tangent and if you are who I suspect you are, I came here to help you destroy the Wicked One.”

Shadows cast by the lamplight flickered across Tangent’s face.

“How can you help me?” Tracker asked.

“I know things that would be useful to you,” she sadly smiled.

“What things?”

“Several days ago,” Tangent began, “a young couple arrived by stagecoach. Nothing unusual about that, everyone ends up here sooner or later, but these strangers were different. They were treated differently than any of the others that I seen pass through. I can’t quite explain it, they just had a special air about them.”

“You find out who they were?”

“No.”

“Where are they now?” Tracker sat next to Tangent on the corner of the bed.

“I don’t know. Never saw them again but I heard things the night they arrived. Footsteps. Doors creaking. Whispers.”

Tracker knowingly smiled, “From what I seen so far, all that happens on a nightly basis around here.”

“They were taken somewhere else, I’m sure.” Tangent leaned in close.

“Listen,” she conspiratorially whispered, “way past the outskirts of town is a cabin. It lies deep within the Cacti territory. There, someone may be able to help you but be very careful.”

“And why is that?” Tracker amusingly asked, figuring that this woman had spent way too much time in this limbo.

“The Mystics live there. Even He is wary of them.”

“And again, who is He?”

Tangent gave Tracker a mixed look of irritational surprise.

“The person you’re here for,” she impatiently replied, “The Wicked One though he goes by another name up in the real world. The Devil.”

Next Chapter- "The Witch"

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