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But her bravado faded as she drew near the ht painted the crossbeam above the entrance with faintest silver Below it a black reedily to s her up

Come to me

Iination There was no voice

I have need of you

Lana clicked the flashlight on and aiht as well have pointed it at the night sky The bea

Flashlight in her left hand Pistol heavy in her right The sravel Li like a dream-state now, all focus narrowed down to a simple task

She reached the mine shaft entrance There above it, perched on the narrow ledge, stood Pack Leader snarling down at her

She ai the pistol to follow the beam, but the coyote darted away

He’s not trying to stopThe eyes and ears of the Darkness

Into the mine entrance The beam searched and stopped when it found the object

The face was like a shrunken head, yellow skin taut against bones that waited patiently to eh, patched deni rass hair

Lana knelt beside him “Hey, Jim,” she said

She now had to choose between the gun and the light She laid the gun on Jim’s collapsed chest

She found his right front pocket Wrangler jeans The pocket loose Easy enough to reach in But the pocket was eh as well, but it was also empty

“Sorry about this” She seized the waist of his jeans and rolled hi the other hip pocket The body ht evaporated