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time for answers. Again, we sat in wait. I could hear the police chatter as if the patrol car was at the window and I could see the swing of red and blue lights throughout the trees. “I just want this to be over.” I finally said out loud with a deep exhale.
“Shhh, shhh, soon, child. It will be soon.” She whis- pered as she began to stroke my hair. “We knew they were up to no good out there. I don’t know what those devils were doing, but it was not good.” She began to rock back and forth gently. I took the opportunity, “what do you mean?” I asked. “I moved out here with Roy back in March of this year. Shortly after that young man began to stop by from time to time and the energy was strange between the two of them. One day he comes here with that girl. Dark-eyed woman had bad energy all around her. I sensed it, and she never left the car.” She huffed. “Fella comes in here with a wad of cash, said he wants to buy a pistol from my Roy; he had to get rid of a wild dog. My Roy says, boy when did you get a dog? The young man told him, a stray had come out on his property, and he fed him a day or two but came to find out he had rabies, so he wanted to put him down. My Roy knows a dog wouldn’t make it this far out with coyotes and what not. He told him to bring the dog here, and maybe he would try to get him to the vet, or he would put the poor thing out for him, but the young man insisted on doing it himself and would rather purchase the gun. My Roy tells him the only business he was willing to do with him was the car business and they left it at that. I asked him later that evening what it was all about, and he tells me, ‘I think he is running from something, but I am not sure what.’ The response was odd, but I figured if he knew more, he would tell me. Since he didn’t continue, and I changed the subject. He hadn’t stopped back through here since.” She finished.
“Your husband helped with my tire when I first moved here. That’s how I met Weston.” I said after she fell quiet. “Oh, really!?” she let out a slight giggle when she asked. “My mother loved to think back on things that bring it all together. She called it full circles.” She reached down and lifted my head so that I could see into her eyes. They were a fire brown, not in a bad way, but like, home, and she said, “Don’t be so busy chasing devils to ignore the fact that often the same day, you get a few angels too.” We smiled at each other just as a single shot rang through the midnight air.
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