Kane Monroe

By G.G. Rebimik

When a youth of seventeen discovers who the ruthless outlaw is that murdered his love in a previous life, he departs his parents' 1880 Missouri homestead and rides the Western frontier to exact revenge.

Will he ever find her again?

• Language: English
• Publisher: G.G. Rebimik
• Release date: Aug 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9798215130834

G.G. Rebimik

Armed with imagination. Otherwise, a nobody.

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Kane Monroe

(Book One)

by

GG Rebimik

Copyright© GG Rebimik 2023

All Rights Reserved

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note from author

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Stories are intertwined within the heart of each generation.  Even science fiction and reports that

may be "way out there."

One might start as a spark that shoots across our imagination or a seed found along the path

leading to a new experience.

To me, all stories are a continuing

conversation with ourselves.

This tale was written in a play-like structure.

____________________________________

Sincerely,  GG Rebimik

Los Angeles

It’s ok not to settle.

          s.y.

Farmland - Night:

A violent storm lashes the countryside.

Title:  1880 Missouri Frontier

Lightning splits the blackness revealing a rough-cut dwelling that stands alone against the fury.

Thunder explodes.

Farmhouse  Bedroom - Night:

Kane Monroe, 17, sleeps fitfully.  He twitches and mumbles incoherent phrases.

His sweat-soaked nightshirt reveals a solid frame. 

Scars mark his hands and arms.

Lightning strikes nearby, causing his body to spasm then goes limp.

A slight smile emerges.  He knows where he’s going.

Queen Julia’s Chambers - Day:

Title:  1200 A.D.

A cool breeze pushes back long shear drapes.

The marble-like space is clean and devoid of possessions, with a terrace open to the countryside.

As Sir William, Kane finds himself under silk sheets with Queen Julia, who lies comfortably on top.

They tenderly kiss as sunlight streams from a higher world.

    Julia

  Feels good - always has.

Long curls frame her soft brown eyes and delicate smile.

    William

  Will you?

Their eyes lock as a deep exchange pierces them.

    Julia

  I recall asking first.

A sword clangs.  The sheet flaps.  She's gone.

Forest Trail - Day:

William wears light battle gear and staggers bloody and exhausted.  He shouts to the Queen's carriage.

    William

  Julia, send the coach! 

A quick check confirms his knights and coachman have fallen during the ambush.

Fog lowers through the pines as ten additional mercenaries advance with a war cry.

    Julia

    (shouts back)

  Ride out!  Go! 

William lifts his sword and slashes the nearest foe.

A stout Luther, 20, spurs his horse and circles behind William.

    Julia

  William!

Luther leaps and strikes William to the ground.

The young knight tries to move as blood pulsates from his mouth.

    Julia

  Dear God -

William lifts his eyes only to see Luther rip Julia from the carriage and throw her to the muddy ground like so much garbage.

William's voice falters.  An anguished breath sprays blood over his face.

Luther throws aside his helmet and stands over his sister.

    Julia

  I should have known.

    Luther

  Such an oversight.

    Julia

  Have I not given you everything?!

    Luther

  Almost, my dear. 

    Julia

  Father's death was you, wasn't it?!

    Luther

  The realm would not survive.

    Julia

  William!

    Luther

  Shout all you like.  Things would be well had you stepped down when ordered!

Luther flicks blood from his face onto the Queen. 

    Luther

  The terrible things you make me do.

    Julia

  Father was right about you.

    Luther

  Yes, he mentioned a visionary would emerge.

Luther raises his sword as William screeches his vocal cords.

    William

  Stop - it's me you want!

William watches as Luther wields his blade - then chops off Julia's head.

William cries and struggles to get up, but Luther advances and kicks him in the face.

    Luther

  How does knighthood feel, Sir William?

William reaches for his sword, but Luther stomps his wrist.

    Luther

  Feels good - doesn't it?

    William

  In hell -

    Luther

  Hope she was pleasing - certainly was for me.

Luther drops his sword, snatches William’s off the ground, and plays with it.

    Luther

  Oh, I feel your power.  Don’t be so damn proud.

Luther rams the sword through William’s stomach, pinning him to the ground. 

    Luther

  Your KING!

William cries while Luther retrieves his blade from the mud.

    Luther

  You, Sir William, have not been loyal.

Luther swings down with all his might.

Kane’s Room - Night:

Kane rolls off the bed and crashes to the floor as lightning and thunder explode.

His chest heaves as bitter tears flow.

In the corner, Kane sees Luther's faint image wrapped in thin strips of dark cloth, mummy-like, with a sword at his side.

His eyes follow Kane.

Parent’s Bedroom - Night:

Carl and Anna, 40, sit up and listen to their son's grief - not the first time.

Carl rubs his weathered face as new leaks drips hit the floor.

    Anna

  Should I go?

    Carl

  No.

Another lightning strike sends a quiver through Anna.  She rubs her belly, then takes hold of Carl's hand.

Her bright complexion and refined features go unnoticed, hacking out an existence on the edge of civility. 

    Anna

  Carl?

    Carl

  He can defeat this.

    Anna

  It's more than red fever - isn't it?

Carl lowers his head.

    Anna

  It's time you tell me. 

    Carl

  Anna -

    Anna

  There will be consequences.  You won't like ‘em.

    Carl

  Winning his trust hasn't been easy.  You know that.

    Anna

  Are these nightmares the same? 

Carl shakes his head.

    Anna

  No, what?

    Carl

  He relives several lives over and over - with the same opponent.

    Anna

  The devil?

    Carl

  In some form.

    Anna

  Are we in them?

    Carl

  Anna, he knows things about us we don't even know.  He's not normal; you knew that while carrying him.  When it comes to live or die -- 

Carl falls silent. 

    Anna

  I will not lose our boy.

Carl covers his face and prays.

Monroe Farm - Morning:

Vapor rises from carved-out fields as Kane plows beside rows of bent corn.  He wobbles, yet his face shows resolve.

    Kane

  Steady.  Steady. 

Pablo, his plow horse, cuts a line as Kane drops wheat into the earth.

Sam, his trusted black retriever, keeps pace, eager to be with Kane under any condition.

    Kane

  Almost there, Sam.

Exhausted, Kane reaches the end of the field.