Two Vampires and a Government Agency Part 1: Spirit Night

By Jeremiah Donaldson

Corporal Barnett, a buffalo soldier out of Fort Bayard, is leading a scouting trip to keep an eye on the local Apaches when he finds something far more dangerous than any man.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeremiah Donaldson
• Release date: Dec 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215661680

Jeremiah Donaldson

Jeremiah Donaldson is a science fiction/horror writer, editor, game designer, free thinker, corporate slave, and overly blunt commentator that grew up in rural Kentucky and lived in Florida for 13 years before moving back in 2008.When he's not working...whatever, he always works, let's start that over. When he's not playing his part as a cog in the machine for the specified number of hours per week, or doing housework, or planting fruit trees in preparation for the climatic meltdown we're forcing upon the planet, he strings together words for peoples' enjoyment.

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Part 1: Spirit Night

Part 2: The Pendant

Part 3: The Hunt

June 1868

A stone rolled under his boot, and Private Ned Johnson fell. The knees of his blue uniform pants ripped and rocks tore his dark skin. His palms were shredded as he tried to stop his forward momentum. He half succeeded and kept his face from digging into the ground. For a few seconds he lay still, straining his ears for any indication that the thing on the mountainside was in pursuit, but could only hear his pulse thudding in his ears.

The cougar’s scream had erupted out of nowhere while he tried to approach the Apaches’ campsite in the darkness. In itself, it meant nothing was wrong. Cougars were well known to roam New Mexico Territory, as all the soldiers at Fort Bayard knew. But the cry sounded again, and again. Then the noise of a furious row filled the air. The cougar moaned in pain and anger. Whatever it fought, fought in silence. With one final outcry that was so filled with sorrow that Johnson shuddered, the cougar fell silent and the loudest wolf-howl he had ever heard reverberated across the mountain. The hair stood on every part of his body. Something crashed through the undergrowth to his right, he panicked, and had bounded down the path toward his horse.

He felt foolish as he brushed the dirt off the front of his faded blue uniform. The night was again silent,