Home Bound

By "Mark Paul" Sebar

The last in the Sheriff Wyler Scott series. A restored Earth, a retiring sheriff, an end of the old, a beginning of the new. Time to retire and wind down. Well, maybe not just yet. It's never easy to just stop and surprises and curves await this wrap-up to a great energetic series. The action moves forward, but there may be Godly help, a nudge to fix what has been broken, undo what was created by evil. As the sun sets, a few more things will occur in this great end of the series story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: "Mark Paul" Sebar
• Release date: Sep 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9781930246652

"Mark Paul" Sebar

My most important love is story telling of fictional tales, far away places, memorable characters, great beginnings and surprise endings. I can author work across many genres comfortably. If I can connect with you my reader, then I did my job and we are hopefully, both happy.II don't try to author woke, politically correct content, but rather entertainment value work. I like to think of my stories as having a 'Movie in your mind' and if I connect with a reader that way, I have done my job.From my "Sheriff Wyler Scott" franchise to the "CalHouse" Technological terror tales of the 21st century, to a diabolical Veep at Weasle Mortgage and Loa in "$$$Amount Due$$$" to a dying man kidnapped in place of a woman by grey aliens on a disc in "Captura" ... I like my readers to be able to visit all types of places. Even in time, take "Skyway Arizona" where a 747 makes an emergency landing in the year 1885. Or a future detective "Turbadia" a detective from hell for the bad guys who seems unstoppable, to a religious scifi confrontation in the future "Thunder Dead" God versus the Devil and grey alien.It is that imagination, the travels with the characters, the places they have been, a hopeless situation turned around, this is what is important, an escape from the real world for several hours to go on those adventures and meet new characters.That is my world and I hope it 'Rocks your mind' for several hours. Humbly yours, American Author, Poet, Filmwriter and Songwriter, "Mark Paul" Sebar.

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Homebound

Wyler Scott # 12

By Mark Paul Sebar

Copyright © 2019 All Rights Reserved

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Before you consider reading this story. It is the number twelve story in the Sheriff Wyler Scott Series. There are character tie-ins from previous Wyler Scott stories that if you have not read them already, will make a great deal more sense. This story ties in with the first Wyler Scott novel Contact of the Forestry Kin the second novel Idyllwild the third novel The Trail To East Mohave the fourth novel Broken Canyon as each previous story pulls in characters that are in this novel. Likewise, this story has a very close tie-in with Wyler Scott # 5 The Chocolate Mountain Murders, Wyler Scott Novel # 6 Tahquitz and the # 7 Wyler Scott Novel The June Lake Incident. Wyler Scott Novel #8 Cuffed The Tale Of Two Berdoos #9 In A Hot Nevada Sun # 10 Cahuilla Country" #11 So for a better experience, if you have not already read the older titles, please read the previous Wyler Scott novels first. Thanks!

Sebar Publishing

First Printing 2019

ISBN 978-1-930246-65-2

Copyright all text and illustrations in this story © 2019 All Rights Reserved

Library of Congress, United States of America

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Index

Chapter 01

Chapter 02

Chapter 03

Chapter 04

Chapter 05

Chapter 06

Chapter 07

Chapter 08

Chapter 09

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Thanks

Wyler Scott Series Stories

CalHouse Series

Other Sebar Stories

Poems

Chapter 01

The tall Aztec Moon God Tecciztecatl stood at the edge of Eastern Big Bear Lake during the rising sun in the morning. He took a deep breath of fresh mountain air, smiled at the sun. Tonatiuh my friend we do what has been requested. So the time to fix everything according to the mandate begins.

He glanced around as an aquatic bird settled into the water. Then he split into four Tecciztecatl’s. He glanced at the first one. When each of you have completed your assigned tasks, you will return to me and we shall merge. You, he pointed at the one to the left of them. You will go to a large city on the east coast of this land. It is called New York City. It has smaller cities. One is called the Bronx. You will find a man of the law named Michael Leibowitz. Once located, you will be linked to my mind how to proceed. Go now— and that Tecciztecatl disappeared into thin air.

You, he told the second of his clones. You will find three young men who will attempt the destruction of an innocent family. You will favor that family and alter their situation so they are found by those who enforce the laws. Then go to the canyon of the evil Cahuilla God they call Tahquitz and make sure the chalice of his is retrieved. You will alter the waters of that canyon so they can never be used again for evil. With that said, the second clone disappeared.

He turned to the third clone. You will follow this one they call Wyler Scott, but beware his friend a Cahuilla named Mohany will be able to detect you. They cannot hear nor see you as you will be invisible, but you will alter the situation here. You will be like the others in contact with me and will do what is required to fix things here. When you are finished, we shall all be merged. Go now and begin your journey. I shall visit our home lands and begin my part to fix things there and elsewhere. The third and the last of the four Aztec Moon God clones disappeared.

Tecciztecatl again admired the rising sun and he could see a smile of pride in the disk of the sun from Tonatiuh, who appeared so far, to be impressed at what was happening. Yes, now it has been set in motion. We fix all the loose ends. That alien race of the other world has closed all entries to their world upon the Earth, so this should alter what had occurred. Time moving forward has been reset to normalcy. Now I shall do what I need to. But I myself shall move back and forth through time as all the problems are fixed Then he faded away as Big Bear Lake was quiet this warm morning while the chill burned away.

Out on Big Bear Lake in a small boat, Wyler held his pole while Mohany messed with getting a night crawler on the hook. What fish were you looking for Sheriff? Mohany asked.

Largemouth Bass. Decent eating fish for supper, Wyler winked, and then concentrated, waiting for any bites that happened his way.

Interesting, Mohany replied. My mind is drawing a big blank this morning, he winked back and smiled. Oh well, maybe they are in deeper waters? he pointed more towards the dam area on the lake’s western edge, Just a best guess, but I think you would do better over there.

And how would you know that? Wyler asked, Indian thoughts?

Tecciztecatl was standing over the water invisible to the both of them and listening to what they were saying. They could not even hear him but Mohany sort of felt something abnormal.

Common sense, Mohany grinned, and then got back to baiting his own line. He turned momentarily glancing over his shoulder, to resume what he was doing. I think I have a chance at a Rainbow Trout, besides, trout are also good eating fish. He cast the line with the bait into the water and waited for a bite on the end of his line. I’m getting a weird vibe about this place sheriff.

What kind of bad vibe? Wyler questioned.

I have thought about retiring, maybe going back to the gardening and forest supply service from years ago. Mohany’s words caught Wyler’s attention as the deputy’s shaman talents proved invaluable during the years. Just then, Mohany’s line caught a Rainbow Trout and a beauty at that. It was quite large as he took the hook out, tossing it on ice.

Wyler tugged on his thick bushy mustache, while Tecciztecatl smiled in the background waving his arm. Yeah me too, Wyler replied. Been feeling tired of this. Might be time to settle down in 1996 and enjoy the remaining years with the misses. Even thought about a property in the Mammoth area.

Cabin, Mohany nodded, and then reeled in another trout as fast as he had cast his line. Nice warm fireplace. You there and me back in the San Jacintos. But I know what you mean.

Tecciztecatl turned his attention elsewhere to a convenience store in downtown Big Bear. He saw what was going down and the owner for some reason pulled a shotgun just as robbers entered. The guy blasted the bad guys in an exchange of gunfire. The storeowner survived and the bad guys were dead.

They had sailed the boat to deeper waters with Mohany’s pail quite full of about nine Rainbow Trout and Wyler’s still empty. The day dragged on and the sun was high in the sky, beaming down upon the dark blue waters of the lake. It could not have been more perfect for things, and Wyler cast his line into the deeper lake waters, hoping his luck would match the beauty of the mountains. You sure about retiring? Wyler asked Mohany. You’re still a fairly young buck.

Trust me, I am quite sure. Mohany’s words seemed as confident as ever and nothing was going to change them. No sooner had he made that statement then Wyler’s line bent, almost jumping the pole right out of his hands.

It was a big one alright, and he had to fight this baby with every bit of grip. The pole and test line were maxed out. Crap boy, Wyler commented. Like I got a sea monster. He reeled it in slowly—excitement building.

Tecciztecatl waved his hand and the line broke, as the fish just made sad eye contact with the sheriff.

Beginner’s bad luck, Mohany mused.

Damned! Wyler exclaimed with a failing anguish. The misses ain’t gonna like me coming home empty handed.

So are you begging me for one of my catches? Mohany enjoyed the moment.

Ah heck, Wyler took a deep sigh. Something like that. He tugged on his thick bushy mustache.

Not to worry sheriff, I have enough trout to share and they taste good too, Mohany reminded him. Getting late, Mohany glanced up at the sun. You have me on a lot of paper work tomorrow.

Yep, I reckon we should get back. Be dark in a bit. They soon loaded everything up and Wyler took a couple of fish from Mohany in his truck. See ya tomorrow and oh…thanks, he winked with a grin. Ya saved the misses from committing a felony off my back.

Mohany got into his Jeep and waved at him. Tomorrow morning, he smiled and made his way into the driver’s seat as the sun was setting. Oh, he called to Wyler. Coming in a bit later tomorrow.

Okay, see ya then.

Mohany grimaced a moment. He relished a bit of extra sleep.

Mohany drove fast around the curve in his Jeep Cherokee. He upshifted through the mountain pass on his way home to his multi-story cabin in Idyllwild California. The rumble of the engines on highway 243 between the tall pines, foretold that he was driving too fast.

Mohany was tired. It had been a very long day and he relished getting sleep at home. His work at the county sheriff’s department had proved invaluable as his skills only grew with the passing time. He could no longer see near-future events as clearly as yesterday, and this worried him in the back of his mind.

Stopping robberies, saving members of the community, he had become a small legend in the Riverside County area, however times were changing and he felt this. The image Mohany brought to the local Indian community far surpassed anything they could have dreamed of. In the more recent years, he had also become one of Sheriff Wyler Scott’s best and closest friends, though these times were not like old.

DNA testing had advanced over the recent OJ Simpson trial murders, and we now had something new and young called the Internet. Cell phones, though clunky, proved invaluable tools and computers with networks, easily allowed law enforcement to keep tabs on those violating the laws of the land.

He downshifted around a dark corner. It was a warm night in most of the lower Coachella Desert, but still quite cold up here as he slowed, making his way past Alandale towards home.

A Mexican town surrounded by hills and a river. It was a desperate impoverished area of the world where grinding poverty, and just struggling to grow food, meant the daily life and death struggles for the residents. Metlatónoc was the poorest town in the country of Mexico, and each day was counted hard by Juanita Martinez as she hung out clothing on a makeshift line. The weather was actually a bright blue sky and warm as usual. She had three boys and the mouths to feed besides her daily chores, which meant work as usual. She paused a moment to glance down at the running waters of the Rio De Yuvinani river, its rushing sounds over the rocks soothing the moments as she watched a hawk circling overhead.

Nature and simplicity were here as a jet airliner soon broke the silence headed east. Often she wondered what it would was like to be a well-to-do citizen, own a car and a big hacienda instead of a decaying old wooden shack and daily struggles. Mexico was such a beautiful country yet there was evil here, evil that bespoke a life of nothing more than the current misery and dreams that eluded her when she was awake and living reality. Juanita had her old mother whom helped out with growing the vegetables and concocting the food they required to survive.

Her oldest son was Pedro. He was almost a teenager whose curiosity more than not was quelled by the wisdom of patience. Where he gained this could only be attributed to this remote spot in the town. He often