Ganupas

By George Goosney

Even after the appearance of strange creatures and being summoned by three shamans, Ivan had no idea he would fall into another world. Once there, the creatures and things around him gave him little hope of ever getting back. On a world that threatened to swallow him at every step, he found love, and a purpose that would stagger the imagination of the bravest warriors. Torn between wanting to wake up from a bad dream and holding on to the things he found in it, he had to find a way to serve his awakened need to help a race of people taken long ago from his own world, and keep from joining them on the menu of a powerful race of cruel Volgour.

Strange Crun spirits and unusual abilities would become his weapons, and he would come to realize that what he would start, his children would finish.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jun 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524606282

George Goosney

He has always thought far outside the box. Along with many other things, he also enjoys all kinds of science fiction and gets a great satisfaction from beating a video game. He’s sixty-two going on sixteen. He thinks kids have all the fun and has no intention of growing up. After a good many years of books, movies, and games, one notices his mind always hoping for something different. Unable to find what he was looking for, and sometimes dreaming in science fiction, he presents here another place from deep in the mind.

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter One

I van was poisoned! The dust from the road was thick in the bus. Some people were coughing. That was the paving machine he saw about five miles back. Some men were working on it. He looked at the skateboard. Any moment now, he was going to slide it out the bus window. But that was broken, too. The damned thing wouldn’t open. He thought about the shiny new Chevy off roader that passed them a couple of minutes ago. The sheriff’s son Howard and his new ride. Ivan was sure that was Samantha curled up under his arm. He felt like crap. No, worse! The bus hit a large pothole, and Ivan just caught himself from hitting his chin on the seat in front of him. He quickly caught the rather large woman sitting in the next seat from hitting the floor.

God bless you, she said.

The next eternity finally found the bus slowing down in front of the mile long lane to Gramp’s farm. Another eon, and the dusty brakes screeched to a stop. Ivan was already on his feet, but had to help the woman up so he could finally end this hell ride. He passed her his last bottle of water. Enjoy, he said.

Thanks a lot, she returned.

It wasn’t over yet. The driver couldn’t get the luggage compartment open. Let me try, Gladys, Ivan offered.

Go for it, young O’Brian, came the reply.

Four and a half hours of dirt road, a useless skateboard, and a lost girlfriend did their thing in Ivan’s head, and the compartment door paid the price. Strong and wiry from years of farm living, his back kick put it out of its misery.

Right on! Gladys hooted. Now the cheap bastard will have to get me a new one! She looked at Ivan. "I saw her, too. You stay out of trouble. She’s not worth it.

I can try, Ivan half promised. But you know how trouble can find us. Quiet were the O’Brians but it seemed the world didn’t want them that way. Try for a new bus. Catch ya later. He picked out his two bags, picked up the skateboard, and what was left of his courage, and headed up the lane.

Say hi to yer dad for me, Gladys called as she climbed into the bus.

Sure thing, Ivan called back. As he walked, he thought of his dad. Where is he now? No one knew. All he knew was that several different people wanted him either captured or dead. The armed forces figured he knew too much to be on the street. While he was a deputy, he found the sheriff’s contraband. And he was solely responsible for proving Gingko and his bunch were murderers. Doing things right! Yeah! A real good way to make a pile of enemies.

As he walked up the road, he looked to the left towards the distant tree line that started up the slope. There were only three deer to be seen. There were normally a dozen or more. And they looked skittish, ready to bolt. He looked to the right, expecting to hear the Riley’s dogs. Three of them, totalling almost five hundred pounds of vicious mean. Man, if they ever got loose! It was strangely quiet. He rounded the last little bend in the road, past the Riley’s driveway, and spotted the tail end of a patrol car out past the barn, next to the cow pen.

Ivan quickly dropped his bags at the side of the lane, and hurried to see what was happening. It was strange to see the law here unless there was something wrong. He heard what was being said.

It don’t seem like anything a wolf would do, the deputy said.

T’aint no bear neither! Gramps argued. That’s a six foot fence! And no marks! Cows don’t fly! Bears don’t either! Something came over the fence, and somehow done its deed without leaving a trace! He looked across the field to the wooded hills. And not a sound. Just like the last time!

This has happened before? The deputy asked.

Night before last, came the reply. The Rileys lost their dogs that they had. Gramps looked at the pen. That calf was almost four hundred pounds! He spotted his grandson. Ivan! He exclaimed as he hurried to meet him. Its so good to see you! Gramps, also rock hard from many farm years, almost hugged the life out of Ivan. Six months is way too long! We’ve got much to talk about. He looked back to the pen where the deputy was poking around. Lets deal with this first.

Ivan looked into the pen. There wasn’t much to look at. Some blood. A little piece of bone. Look at this! Ivan had many interests and was sharp eyed. The bit of bone was crushed as if it were in a vice.

The deputy took off his cap, mopped his brow, and looked up at the sun. He looked back at the piece of bone. Must have been a bear.

Gramps looked back at the hills. Whatever did this could have a bear for lunch.

Well, there’s nothing I can do here. File a report, I suppose. The deputy got into the patrol car and left.

What’s going on? Ivan asked.

Strange things, Gramps answered. First, some hunters noticed that the game in the hills was getting scarcer, and now, farmers are losing animals of all kinds. One hunter found a part of a cougar tail. He said it was from an apparently healthy cat. No sign of the rest of it. He looked seriously at Ivan. I think your gonna need more than your microscope for this. He looked to the house. Your grandma will soon be home. Apple pie. Chow time.

As they walked towards the house, Ivan slowed, then stopped. He turned around, and looked past the pen.

What is it? Gramps asked.

We missed it, Ivan said slowly. Look. He pointed at the marks going all the way from the pen to the woods line.

They walked back to where the marks went through some open dirt. Gramps was the first to see the clear track. He mumbled his thoughts. Big round cloven track. Not the bull. Bigger than the bull. Bull is in the barn. Sunk further. Heavier. Three thousand pounds, at least. Front looks like two big claws. What in blazes!

They stared at the track as well as each other for what seemed like a long time. Ivan finally spoke. What does Whitefeather think of all this?

I don’t know if he knows about this yet. This is all new. Gramps looked back at the track. "We will leave for the reservation in the morning.

You are going to see my father?

Startled, they both turned. Grandma! Stillfox! Ivan exclaimed as he ran the couple of steps to hug his grandmother. I’m home!

Well, I’m not hugging a figment, she replied. And remember, I am Stillfox, not Grandma. She threw a bag at Gramps. No apple pie. None left. Sold them all. She looked back to Ivan. But you can still call him Gramps. I snuck on him better than forty years, and he still doesn’t know when I’m around.

Date squares! Gramps howled, face half in the bag. Nail em!

What do you figure out about our cow, Seamus? Stillfox asked in a more serious tone. Calling Gramps by his proper name told Ivan she was worried.

Something serious wrong, Gramps answered. We go to see Whitefeather in the morning. The law and the wardens together can’t make heads or tails of this at all. Take the day off and come with us, he added. I know your father wants to see his little girl.

She thought for a moment. Will do. They headed for the house. Get changed, boys. We’re going into town. Dinner is on me.

Steak! Gramps demanded. I want Steak!

Remember what the doctor said, Seamus, Stillfox challenged. Your last checkup shows you need more greens. We’ll make it Ivan’s choice. He is the guest of honour tonight.

Actually, Ivan said as he cleared the six steps up to the veranda in two strides, I thought I saw a salad bar in town near the bus stop. Must be one of them new health stores. He innocently turned his gaze towards Gramps.

But Gramps wasn’t born yesterday. You’re laughing inside, youngster. Steak it is! He looked at Stillfox. Phone ahead, Sweet. Three of his best.

They went upstairs to change. Ivan threw his dusty bags in the corner near the window. He then opened the window to draft the dust out. He looked up to the tree line. The deer had already gone for the evening. It seemed quiet. He opened the newer of the two bags, retrieved several plastic bags, and tossed them on the bed. He picked out the clothes he would wear. Showered, dressed, he flew down the stairs, not missing a step. He was hungry.

You remind me of your father, Stillfox said. A handsome son, a handsome grandson, and hopefully soon, a handsome great grandson.

Don’t rush the boy, Gramps said. He just lost his woman. Give him time.

She wasn’t his woman. I could not feel her spirit at all. She does not belong here. Stillfox spoke gently, but firmly. She turned to Ivan. I have had strange dreams and visions. When we go to the reservation tomorrow, I will try to get time with the shaman. Maybe he will see that my heart is true even though I live away from the tribe. Maybe he will see me.

I don’t understand much of spirits, Gramps offered, but I always respect your words. I am ruled by the physical world. I work, I eat. I guess the spirit and the physical must meet somewhere.

You understand a lot more than you know, Stillfox replied. You just can’t see it.

I understand something, Gramps said as he put a cupped hand to his ear, aimed towards town. A steak just got flipped. He looked at Ivan. You drive. Let’s rock! Gramps liked to be cool.

The ride into town brought them past the same driveways Ivan passed on the way in today. Clarence and Annie got their new house built. Right on! Ivan noted. I heard she had twins. And further on, What a smell of strawberries! The Rickets must have a hundred tons of them. It was simple. You could take Ivan out of the country, but you would never take home out of Ivan. No traffic lights in sight, and little traffic, Ivan patiently waited for the old fellow with the cane to walk by, then turned into the parking space by the side of the restaurant. The only one in town. Apart from a couple of takeouts, and a coffee shop. Oh, and the soda shop and a couple of bars.

The restaurant was surrounded by a veranda with two wrap around steps. Ivan opened the door for his grandparents. After you.

Stillfox gently pushed him through the doorway. You are the guest of honour, she boasted.

Surprise! Surprise! Yahoo! He was met by a flurry of people. Happy birthday! Surprise! Yippee!

Happy Birthday, Ivan, came from a short little cutie as she jumped him, wrapped him like a band aid, and kissed him hot. I can fix your broken heart.

A couple of her friends pulled her off. We’ll take her off your hands, they promised. Easy, Wanda.

But he’s soo sweet! Wanda wined. Look at him! Yahoo! Yip yip! Yahoo!

Several of the boys extended their handshakes to Ivan. Happy Birthday, they said. Norm nailed him with a joy buzzer. Gotcha! He bragged. Took me a year, but I gotcha! Happy Birthday!

Christine came over to hug her younger brother. Happy birthday, she said. She took Ivan’s hand and placed it gently on her swollen belly. Check this out.

Uncle? I’m going to be an uncle? Yahoo! He hugged his sister gentle but proud. Without thinking, he extended his hand to Norm. Congrats, man. Good job!

Norm nailed him with the joy buzzer again. He then turned proudly to the crowd. I done it! I done it! Your attention, please. I, Norman Jackson have bested the Ivanmeister twice, that’s right folks, twice in one night, and do hereby lay claim to all bragging rights!

Alexander owned the restaurant. This is where Stillfox worked. She was famous for her apple pies. He had half the restaurant allowed for the party. He addressed the customers in the other half. This party is for Ivan. We all think the world of him and his family. I’m sure you all would be welcome to join us. We’ll make this place rock.

Some strangers hesitated for a moment, unsure, but soon felt at ease in the small town atmosphere.

A man approached Ivan and extended his hand. Hello, Ivan. Pleased to meet you. Your father tells me all about you.

My father?

Yes, the man said. I am corporal Keith Eliot. I am proud to say I served under Sergeant Richard O’Brian. Listen carefully. Look straight at me as if you are interested in all I say. The two men in the corner to my right are not joining the party because they are government agents. One of them is assigned to you, and followed you from the city. They hope you will lead them to your father. Yes, they are good, but your father is much better. A gift from a shaman, he calls it. In a moment, I will turn, pretend to recognize them, and head directly outdoors. One of them will follow. Slyly watch the other. For a moment he will watch our progress out the door. Seize this moment to vanish behind some people and quickly make your way to the men’s washroom. Stand directly in front of the urinal on the right. Look up, and be prepared to grab a rope. Good luck.

What? A rope! In the washroom? Ivan was puzzled.

No time for wondering. It is your father’s doing. Good luck. Corporal Eliot turned, glanced at the agents. Quickly, he headed towards the door. An agent got up and followed. Sure enough, the other agent watched their progress.

Ivan was gone. In front of the urinal, he looked up. The ceiling tile swung up. A rope with a loop dropped down. He grabbed it. He was whisked up through the ceiling. The tile closed behind him, silently. There was a solid floor under him. He quietly stepped on it. In front of him, in the very dim light, his father beckoned him to silence. Ivan froze. Below, he could hear the agent already in the washroom, talking to someone with a cellphone.

I can’t move like that youngster! The window is open. Eliot did this! There was the sound of the agent striking something in rage. Young bastard. A year wasted! Arrest Eliot! There was a sound of a cellphone hitting the ceramic floor. Damn! DAMN! The washroom door squeaked open, then shut.

Cautiously, quickly, silently, Ivan’s father dropped to the floor of the attic space and peeked through a tiny pinhole. Moving around in a quick circle, he could see the vacant washroom below. As he quickly stood up, he closed the distance between them, and proudly hugged his son. He spoke very low. You will be a man in two days according to your birthday, but in my eyes, you have been a man for a lifetime. I am proud of you. Just the other day, I was telling Keith about when you were a little child, and did something wrong, how you would put your hands on your hips and face me down even though I was ten times your size. Come in here, he beckoned and turned. Check this place.

Ivan followed through the inky dimness. His footsteps were strangely quiet on the soft floor. As they entered a large room, his dad closed a black door. Wow, just like a spy movie, he said. I had no idea there was ever anything here. One wall was full of disguises. Another had weapons of all kinds. The third had a desk, several computers, and a wall full of papers. The last had a cot and personal things along with many pictures. What kind of place is this? How did it get here?

I built this the first year I became deputy. Alexander actually gave me the idea. We were talking one day, and he told me about the things his grandfather did when he was in the First World War. So he decided he would like to have a secret place like it. He supplied the materials and I supplied the labour. It was fun. I actually did some of the construction right over the heads of customers. Alexander got a great kick out of it. Sometimes during his chatting with his customers, he would look at them and say you don’t know what could go on right above you. I used this place several times to get information which solved several cases. We don’t have much time, now, the tough army sergeant said. You will be missed. We must make this quick. Here is a key. He handed Ivan a strange little charm. The three little points fit exactly into three little holes in the grout line one foot from the ceiling in the face of the divider to the right of the urinal. You now know which one. Both exits have a visible button. I will show you the other exit. Follow. He turned to go through another door on the other side of the room. As they walked another silent passage Ivan’s father continued. Don’t mean to be so army like, but it is necessary. They climbed down a ladder. At least two levels. They were underground. They walked about fifty feet. Ivan’s dad pushed a button. What appeared to be a large rock above their heads slid down at an angle. They quickly climbed out. Two seconds after their weight was off the ladder, the rock slid back. Silently. See the three little holes there? He pointed. The same key opens it. Go quickly back to your party. Make up a fast story. Things are urgent. This was to introduce you to a safe haven, when you need it. And you will. I must vanish. He did just that.

Wow, Ivan thought. Wow! Now I know why half the armed forces can’t find him. Wow! He was on the bank of the stream on the other side of the parking lot. He had driven over the bridge on the way in.

Ivan spotted the two agents on the veranda. He listened as he snuck silently across the parking lot, trying to blend into the darkness. They were frustrated.

No sign of the kid, one said.

No sign of Eliot, either, the other grumbled.

They were not facing the door. The little breeze was in the right direction. He snuck past the agents, not six feet from them, stood in the doorway, and made a little intentional noise to alert them. They turned. Watch Norm, he said to the girls standing near the door. He thinks I’m coming from the washroom. They watched and giggled. Ivan snuck right behind Norm. He slammed both Norm’s shoulders with both hands. Wrong direction!

Norm caught his breath. You f-frigger! He howled. Y-you got me!

No, Ivan returned. That’s just letting you know I’m going to get you.

Like they did forever, they started to spar. Out of nowhere, Gramps was on them. He loved a good wrestle. He had them both in reverse headlocks. Two whelps! He howled. They couldn’t move. He squeezed a little harder. Who rules? Say it! Who rules? He suddenly felt arms around his own neck.

You have two options, Stillfox said quietly. Option one. Get me a beer to go with my steak. Option two. I turn you blue.

Beer, Gramps grumbled, as he was released among howls of laughter. Not fair.

Steaks all around! Alexander shouted. Grab a seat.

The two agents were in the doorway. O’Brian won’t show up here, one of them said. We may as well file a report. Disgruntled, they left.

Alexander stepped behind where Stillfox was sitting. He looked at Seamus. I’m soon going to retire, he said. I have owned this place for fifteen years. I’m the fourth owner. But Stillfox started work here when this place was built thirty two years ago. He put a hand on both their shoulders. I have lots of money to retire on. I want to help you to buy this place. She loves it here, Seamus. It is her window on the world."

They were speechless. After an eternity, Stillfox spoke. It’s like a dream. When I first came here, I wondered if I might ever be lucky enough to own a restaurant. My dream is coming true. Boss, I don’t know how to be, how to say, I don’t kn—

No, you’re the boss, Alexander offered. Without your pies, I would have had few customers. They came because of you, not me. He looked at Seamus. Anybody can cook a steak. It’s just food. But what comes after matters most. You don’t eat desert first. You save it for last. Monday, we’re off to the bank.

The night went with an endless bag of good feelings. Among the gifts, Ivan even got a real good bone handled pocket knife with the best of chrome carbon steel. A man’s got to have a good blade. Cool!

It was finally time to leave. Good night. Wanda cooed. Yip, yip. Yahoo!

The first mile was quiet. Then Stillfox started. All the dreams, possibilities and everything else came tumbling out. She chatted for the next two miles, nonstop. Ivan and Gramps began to think her bottom jaw might wind up on the floor of the truck. She suddenly stopped.

Ahead of them, several patrol cars had the area surrounded, lights flashing. A couple of the cars were from the next jurisdiction.

What happened? Gramps asked of the officer that was controlling traffic.

Not good, the officer replied. Not good. He looked back to where a car was in the ditch. Its roof was crushed down. The four doors seemed to be ripped open. It seems like something hit the car from the top. The driver apparently lost control and wound up in the ditch. The doors were somehow -

Keep quiet, Roberts! Another officer shouted, obviously in charge. You talk too much. Wave those folks on.

Ivan put the truck back in gear, and slowly started to move past the accident scene. Gramps quickly rolled the window down. From near the ditched car there was a commotion. Several voices, and suddenly the sound of a baby.

It’s all right! Exclaimed a paramedic. It’ll be okay!

Thank God! Someone else said. How in blazes did it ever survive that?

Ivan neared the end of the grizzly scene.

Two more officers were talking and compiling a report. It’s almost like they struck a large bear, or something, one of them said. It must have got enraged and tore in after them. I have heard of bears doing crazy things."

Two adults and two children! The other officer raged. Gone! They have been known to drag off their victims and bury them! The search party will soon be here. We will begin tonight, as soon as they arrive. He looked to the ditched car. Bastard! I need to get it in my sights!

They were about a hundred feet past the site. Pull off here, Gramps ordered. I got to warn those fellows. He was out the truck door before it stopped.

He approached the two officers, and startled them as he spoke. You obviously know about the goings on, he said. Animals disappearing, and now people. He quickly told them about his missing cow. I know bears can tear open car doors, but they don’t rip the metal like tinfoil. Look! He pointed. I’ve spent almost sixty years in the woods around here. I’ve never seen anything do that!

You’re right, sir, one officer agreed. Who are you?

Seamus O’Brian, came the answer.

Richard O’Brian’s dad? The officer asked. Sergeant Richard O’Brian’s dad?

Yep, Gramps answered.

The officer turned to the other. If this man says the sky is falling, go get an umbrella. A big one. He extended a hand to Gramps. An honour to meet you, sir! I’m Elmer Brake. My brother served under your son. Owes his life to him a half dozen times. Brags about him all the time.

I’m real sorry, Gramps offered. That little family is not out there anywhere. They are gone. The tracks. Study the tracks. They seem to strike only in the dark. Maybe they don’t like the sun. Whatever they are, they are dangerous. Be very careful. I must go, now. He headed back to the truck.

As he got into the truck, he spoke to Ivan and Stillfox. Those things must be fast, he said. They jumped that car from behind like prey. They are definitely big, heavy, powerful, and fast. Not at all logical for anything living on this Earth. Where are they from?

It was very quiet the rest of the way to the farm. When they got there, the moon had everything lit up like a surreal landscape. Everything seemed peaceful. Ivan didn’t stop at the front of the house. He turned the lights on high beam, circled the house, then the barn, turning and shining the lights in every direction he could think of. There didn’t seem to be anything around. He drove to the front of the house, and backed the truck to within six feet of the steps.

Not speaking, not wasting a moment, they hurried up the steps, unlocked the door, and scurried inside. Gramps immediately went to the gun cabinet and pulled out the ten gauge and the 30-06.

Stillfox bolted and locked the door. I can’t remember the last time I did that, she said. Do you think whatever they are will come here?

I don’t know, Gramps replied. They were here once. I don’t have a clue about their hunting habits. He handled the 30-06 like the seasoned hunter he was, as he loaded it. He loaded the ten gauge. Close range cannon, he called it. Some predators exhaust food supplies before they move on, some hunt in patterns. They must be a few miles from here. That car they attacked was closer to town. Which reminds me. Call Christine and tell her the goings on. They might need to be ready for anything.

Stillfox first called her granddaughter, then a few more people. They will call around so everyone will be warned.

Ivan got out the binoculars. I can see most of the back woods from my window, he said.

Gramps sat at the top of the stairs, facing the front door. Best vantage point, he said. You two might as well get some rest. He said. I’m going to watch, just in case.

Stillfox kissed him on the cheek. Try not to kill the furniture, she said. Good night. I love you. Like she said for better than forty years. She went into Ivan’s room. My dreams are mostly about you, she said. I feel there are strange forces around you. Something wants to try you. I feel you will be tested beyond your imagining. The shaman will know more. It is only a couple of hours to sunrise. It will be a bright day tomorrow. Get what rest you can. She kissed his cheek. Good night my little treasure.

Good night, Stillfox, Ivan said. He didn’t know what else to say. He adjusted the binoculars and looked towards the woods. He panned all around until he was sure he didn’t miss a single place. He then went to the other window in his room that faced towards the Riley’s place. After a couple of minutes, he realized there was nothing in the area. Ivan called out. Seems pretty quiet Gramps. No sign of anything. He didn’t undress. He just lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. His first day home had turned out pretty senseless, he thought. It was like he had stepped into another world. He had no way of realizing how close his thoughts were to the truth. He would stay awake just in case.

Wake up. Was the next thing Ivan heard. What a dream he had. He suddenly realized he was still in his clothes. It wasn’t a dream! He was on his feet in a second, and was half way to the washroom before his mind caught up with his body. He ran cold water into a face cloth, and slammed it, both hands, into his face. He held it there for a full minute before opening his eyes to the morning. The sky in the washroom window was still a dark blue, and slowly lightening in the east. Face still wet, he almost tripped over Gramps, who was still sitting at the top of the stairs.

Run a fellow over, now, why don’t ya! Gramps grumbled. ‘Man, I’m tired, I could use a nap.

You had one, Stillfox said. You almost sawed the knob off the stair post with your snores.

I wasn’t asleep! Gramps challenged.

Then you must have seen me as I went to check on the livestock, Stillfox replied. Everything seems fine, now. There is no sign of anything.

You were outdoors? Gramps panicked.

Nothing will find me, she said. I am Stillfox. She headed downstairs. A quick breakfast this morning.

Gramps picked up the 30-06 and headed down. Ivan grabbed the ten gauge and followed.

In the kitchen, Stillfox quickly grabbed and wetted a hand towel, threw it, and caught Seamus squarely in the face with it. No time for sleep.

He was going to grumble, but realized there was no time for that either. He quickly rounded up a spoon, a bottle of jam, and a half loaf of bread. He also grabbed a bag of walnuts that was on the kitchen counter, and headed out the door. Gone!

I ate an hour ago, Stillfox said. She was out the door.

They are serious, Ivan thought, as he cracked three eggs into a glass. This is gettin nuts. He downed the raw eggs, and grabbed a quart of orange juice from the fridge. As the door banged behind him, he realized the others were already in the truck, engine started. The driver seat was empty. He headed for it. He had the truck in gear before the door was closed. The momentum of the moving truck closed it. Ivan couldn’t remember a faster morning.

Stillfox looked at Ivan. It is not good to keep a shaman waiting. She indicated the accelerator. Use it.

We didn’t tell him we’re coming, Ivan noted.

He is a shaman, Stillfox returned. He will know.

The forty minutes that it was going to take for them to drive to the reservation was going to seem like forty years.

We don’t have enough gas for the trip, Ivan noted. I’ll stop at Rusty’s Place on the way. By now, they had gone the mile to the main road. Ivan waited as a van passed in front of him, then made a right turn in the same direction. As soon as he got up his speed, he passed it.

Your driving is good, Ivan, Gramps commented. After tomorrow you will be old enough to apply for a driver’s licence. I don’t think you will have any problem with the test. He indicated himself. You had the best teacher. He tried to be his usual lighthearted self, but his heart wasn’t into it. This was a very sombre morning. For now, they were all quiet. Eventually, they arrived at Rusty’s. I wonder if they got any news. I’ll check while you see to the truck. He was out the door and headed for the couple of old timers sitting in the shade side of the garage. Usually a sunny day coming when they did that.

Lester, the older of the two old fellows, looked up at the approach of Gramps. How’s it goin? He spotted the concern on Gramp’s face. That car last night. That little family! That’s crazy!

Before Gramps could speak, they all heard Rusty’s tow truck. Not the usual idle pace Rusty drove at. He was flat out like the devil was on his trail. He turned off the road onto the garage lot and stopped just short of the step.

Don’t look good, Fred, the other of the two said in a worried tone.

A-ate my dog! Rusty howled as he flew out of the truck. "A-ate my d-dog!

Slow down, Ivan said, already to where the others were. Take a breath and go right back to the first.

Little before sunrise! Rusty poured out. Ginger growled at something! I-I was just up! I went to the kitchen! G-Ginger was, was, had her paws up on the door glass! B-big bones or j-jaws came right through the door! Grabbed her! Ate her like a goldfish. I-It seen me. Came in after me, but broke through the floor. Big! Big! Big! Broke out the wall! It got clear of falling in the basement. I t-turned o-on the light. Took off!

Linda and Jeb! Fred asked. Where are they?

They heard about the car last n-night! Rusty was half sniffling and shaking like a leaf. Won’t come down from the attic!

Rusty! Gramps grabbed both his shoulders. Get on the phone. Get others to help you find everyone that can pull a trigger. Tell them to gather in groups and guard everyone else. Tell them what happened, and tell them it might be the only way to stay alive! As an afterthought, he added, They somehow don’t like bright lights. Anyone that knew Gramps knew he didn’t bullshit and took him at his word. He turned to the others. I expect the sheriff must be on the horn to his superiors, and doing something about this, but we will probably be organized before them. He looked Rusty in the eyes. We will see to your mom and dad.

Stillfox was getting back into the truck. Gas tank’s full. Motor checked. Radiator full.

Come here, Gramps said to Rusty. Fox, as he called her sometimes. Glove box. Pen. Paper.

As they approached the truck, Gramps took the items from Stillfox’s extended hand, and handed them to Rusty. Draw, he said.

Rusty rough sketched the animal that ate his dog. Strange feet. Big. Seven feet at the shoulder. Shaped like a boar, or buffalo. Head high. Three bony jaws, full of ragged teeth. Eyes. Orange and lifeless. He shuddered. Never seen the likes before.

Ivan started the truck, put it in gear and headed up the road. He glanced at the rough sketch. It wasn’t prehistoric. It was from somewhere else! I hope the Browns are all right.

I wish your father was here, Gramps said. He’d know how to handle this.

He was here. At the restaurant last night. Had to leave in a rush, Ivan replied.

We didn’t see him, Stillfox said. Was he disguised?

No. He was upstairs. Ivan realized his mistake as soon as he spoke. He quickly tried to cover it. I mean-.

Relax, youngster. No one snowballs Gramps. We know about that place. Hadn’t thought about it for a long time, though. Pretty neat, eh?

The Brown’s little farm was on the right, under the tree line, just a couple of miles from the garage. A few vegetables, and a couple of sheep. There they are, Stillfox observed. They are fine.

How you doing, Jeb? Gramps asked, as the truck came to a stop.

Good, now, Jeb answered. He took a swallow from a jug, and passed it to Gramps. Good for the nerves, Seamus.

That’s a bad hole, Ivan observed as he got out of the truck. He immediately started to look for something. Anything. He soon found it. Hair! He studied the few strands for a moment. Almost like it’s off a bear. Not much different. He showed it to the others. But it’s got DNA! He spotted something else. Look! It must have panicked when it went through the floor. It crapped!

They all looked through what was left of the kitchen floor. Those are pieces of bone, Jeb observed. And that is a piece of antler! A fearful look came across his face. They eat everything! He took another swallow from the jug. A station wagon came up the driveway. Linda’s brother Jimmy. We’re going to stay in town, Linda explained. We can’t stay here! She looked at Jeb. We may as well take our valuables. We’ll be gone awhile.

You go get ’em, Jeb responded. Me and Jim are gonna tarp the hole to keep the weather and the critters out.

Be careful, Stillfox said as she hugged Linda. She turned to Ivan and Gramps. We have to go.

They got into the truck, and were soon on their way. It was about a half an hour to the reservation.

Along the way, Gramps recognized a fellow he knew, just turning from his driveway towards them. Stop. He said to Ivan. Flag him down.

As the other pickup pulled up alongside, Gramps already had the rough sketch that Rusty drew held up in front of Ivan. Hey, Mike. This is the kind of critter that’s been eating everything. Seven feet at the shoulder, and I figure about three thousand pounds.

Holy crap! Mike exclaimed. Ugly bastards! Richard said they sounded big. They-.

My son? Gramps interrupted. You seen Richard?

He was by, Mike answered. He was in the woods above your farm. He couldn’t visit because your place was being watched by a couple of agents, watching for him. One, now. He figures those critters got the other. He says they don’t walk hardly at all. From what he knows, they run all the time. Fast. He can’t get close to them, but thinks he’s figured out their hunt pattern.

My God, Gramps was worried. He got to be careful!

He got that 460 Weatherby, Mike assured Gramps. Kill a truck with that.

Those things can kill a truck, too, came the reply. He told Mike about what happened to the car the night before.

Aw, man! Mike just kept shaking his head. Aw, man!

Well, we got to go. Stillfox was understandably anxious. She looked at Ivan who understood and put the truck in gear. Say hello to Sue. They were off.

Just when they thought the short trip would never end, they rounded a bend in the road and spotted the sign to the reservation. Just a couple of minutes to the village.

Ivan slowed the truck as there were little children playing in the street. Some came running, others ignored them. They stopped in front of Whitefeather’s cabin. As they went towards the door, Ivan noticed a hunting party near the tree line. That had actually built a rather strong looking barricade, and were putting some more materials on it.

My people are always determined to be ready for anything, Stillfox said, reading his thoughts. There is another over there, she pointed, and I would say several more around.

Or we could waste a million dollars and two years on a study, like the government would do, came a voice as the cabin door opened. Educated in the white man’s world, Whitefeather still liked to poke fun at their foolish ways.

Father! Stillfox said as she hugged him. You still look strong.

I am still strong, he said as he quickly bent, grabbed her behind the knees, and hurled her across his shoulders. He turned to Gramps. Take her if you dare, he challenged.

Gramps thought for a moment. I took her years ago, he said. I stole her heart, and the rest followed.

Good answer, Whitefeather returned. I will expect a better one the next time. He dropped his daughter who instantly landed on her feet like a cat.

The two old fellows grasped each others hands and instantly began to test each others grip.

Stillfox looked at Ivan. Hard on the furniture, those two.

Whitefeather suddenly loosened his grip as a concentrated look came on his face.

His daughter instantly read it and spoke to Ivan. It is time, and headed out the door. Ivan followed. The shaman lived within eyeshot of Whitefeather. This could be serious, she thought. The shaman actually stands and holds his tent open. There was a powerful voice in her head. Stillfox. Bring your grandson! Her pace quickened. They crossed to where the shaman waited.

As they approached the shaman, he spoke. Little Stillfox. I have seen your dreams. They are the changes your grandson will endure, and the journeys he must make. We will prepare him.

Thank you, she said greatly relieved.

Ivan was somehow feeling electric. Not just like the feelings he got when he touched the Van De Graaff generator in trade school. This was different. Powerful. Every hair on his body had to be sticking straight out. The shaman beckoned. Ivan started to walk. This is nuts, he thought. How could three steps seem like a year? As he moved inside, the hair that was standing was now trying to pull out of the skin. This is the twenty first century, he thought. This is not real. Wake up, Ivan. Wake up, NOW! He looked around. All the things he ever learned in life suddenly began to strip away. For a moment, he felt fear. Then he felt naked, like his mind had been stripped. He thought he was looking down. He realized he was. Embarrassment came over him. There was such a flood of feelings, he felt dizzy and stepped to regain his balance. Sit. The soft voice of White Wolf the shaman cracked through his mind like a rifle shot on a still morning. He sat cross legged, although he could not feel himself do it. He looked around. Apart from himself and the shaman, he recognized the medicine man who was called Crazy Crow. There were two more sitting next to him. Ivan recognized their dress. They were shamans also.

Crazy Crow spoke to end Ivan’s uncertainty. Here are Stone Eagle and Raging Bear.

Ivan realized why the air was so full of energy. Why have three shamans gathered? He asked.

White Wolf will give you stealth, Crazy Crow answered. "Stone Eagle will give you understanding of your enemies, and knowledge when to strike. Raging Bear will give you courage. Now go and sit with the hunters and trackers. Eat food, for receiving from the shamans will test your energy. You will be called when it is time.

Why have I been called? Ivan asked.

The three shamans nodded to Crazy Crow, who spoke. You will find the link to those who were lost very long ago in another time. Long before we looked as we do now. Almost as long as we knew fire. Long past when we hunted different kinds of animals. Even long before the stars in the night skies were where they are now.

Now Ivan was indeed puzzled.

Crazy Crow continued. When our ancestors fought different animals and the giant bears in caves, there one day came the strange creatures. As a child hid unseen among the rocks, the strangers came from nowhere. They used great powers and herded all the people from a village back into the nowhere. When our ancestors heard of this, they took a vow to find them, and now in this day, after many thousands of generations have passed, the presence of strange predators, and Stillfox’s dreams tell the shamans that knowledge of our lost people is near. Somehow, you are the one that might find the way. That is why you need all the gifts the shamans can strengthen you with, if you are to survive and succeed.

Survive? Ivan asked, deeply concerned. What is going on? Where is this way? What do I do? Is it dangerous?

Crazy Crow thought for a moment. He looked at the three shamans. Sombre faced, they nodded. He turned slowly to Ivan. Nothing is certain, he said. In times past, two others were thought to have made this journey. It is not known where they have gone. They did not return. All we know is that the signs tell us that this path will be thrust upon you at a moment not of your choosing. We will prepare you as very best we can, and hope that you return to us. Go now, and eat at the hunters’ fire. Your father awaits you.

Ivan was on his feet. My father? He was out the tent door and heading to where the hunters and trackers were making plans to hunt the strange beasts that came from who knows where.

At his approach, his father and a couple more of the group turned.

This is my boy, Richard said as he stepped to meet his son.

He has been summoned by three shamans, one steel eyed old tracker spoke. He will put away his boy things.

As they sat down, someone pulled a smoked trout off a stick and handed it to Ivan. Thanks, he said, his mouth already full. It was delicious. Good.

He eats like an animal, another observed. We will teach him to hunt like one.

My father and grandfather taught me to hunt, Ivan returned, proud of both of them.

Grey Eyes, the eldest of the group, spoke. And we taught them.

Richard looked seriously at his son. Listen to and learn from every word spoken by anyone here. It will one day save you. As it has me. If they tell you to eat dung, you simply ask how much.

Ivan looked at his father. All was quiet. The whole group suddenly burst with laughter.

As the laughter subsided, they got back to the serious business at hand. They were joined by a couple more from the other hunting parties. Ivan listened intently.

Grey Eyes was drawing on the ground with a stick. He had rough sketched a map of the whole area. He was considering the information that Richard and other trackers provided. When they first appeared, it was to the southeast. They looped south, went to the west for a distance, and turned north. The following night they followed south on their previous north tracks, turned again west, and headed north by morning. He continued to draw as he looked at the others. See? Several others pointed. A pattern unfolded. They are hunting in a daisy pattern from a central point. He noted the last place the creatures passed. It was Rusty’s house. We can set a trap here. The ground is open. We will form a line to the south. They will most likely run past us to the north.

A good plan, Richard agreed. It will work. Just in case, we should leave some guns to guard folks. There is always a chance they might break their pattern. The sheriff and his bunch are best left out of this.

Yes, a hunter agreed. They and the wardens together couldn’t find snot in a nostril.

Ivan snickered.

He looked at Ivan with a sly eye. I suppose you could do better?

Ivan returned the sly look. I suppose I can. He looked at the others. If I learn enough.

Good answer, the hunter returned. He looked at Richard. This one will do.

You will deal with seven demons. A voice behind them. I have found their resting place.

Ivan turned to gaze upon a face that must have tracked and hunted the wilds for ninety years. Silent Hawk! It is good to see you.

Silent Hawk stopped, looked in the direction of the shaman’s tent. He turned and looked at Ivan again. He took off a charm he wore around his neck. It was the beak of a hawk that he wore all his life. I have exceeded this, he said. He placed it around Ivan’s neck. This has been worn by those before me for many generations. It will give you awareness.

What do you sense? His father asked.

Redcloud eats his fish with his knife, Ivan answered straightaway. He turned his head to find Redcloud’s knife just behind his right shoulder.

As the knife was put away, the group looked at one another, nodding their approval. He will do fine.

Ivan became suddenly aware. I think the shamans are calling me. He turned to his father. I would like to go with you on the hunt tonight. It will be more different than anything I will experience.

You will be with the shamans for a couple of days, his father replied. The rituals take a long time. He hugged his son close. This is the last time I will hug my boy, he said. When I see you again, you will be more of a man than most who walk this world.

Silent Hawk spoke. Do not keep the shaman waiting. I feel you will see more than a few hungry ugly creatures.

Ivan didn’t run to White Wolf’s tent, but something in him wanted to. As he covered the distance, he could feel the random gazes upon him. Somehow, a lot easier then he thought possible. The tent flap was closed, but he opened it and stepped in. He never saw four more serious faces in his life. He only saw pictures of his mother since she died a couple of days after he was born. When he was small, he saw the anguish on the faces of his family as they would sometimes cry when they remembered her. The shamans reminded him of those serious days.

Crazy Crow was sitting. Here, in front of me, he beckoned. Ivan sat down and crossed his legs. I will assist, and keep you awake.

Ivan was sitting on a mat with strange markings. The last sane thing he could witness was the mat twisting on the ground. He was turned around and facing the shamans. White Wolf, eyes closed, raised his hands.

Chapter Two

H e should be alright, Richard, Silent Hawk offered. He will be tired, though. He looked to the tree line. We must prepare for the demons.

I suppose you’re right, Richard replied.

They all dispersed to their houses to get anything they figured they might need for the coming night. Mostly more guns and ammo, but also water and small lunches. And some of them brought hides to hide under. In the dark, they would look like rocks.

Counting everyone, I figure we will have close to thirty guns, Richard said. "Mostly thirty thirties and twelve gauges. A few fellows have 30-06’s. We will