It was just after midnight. Junior Lawson sat beneath the branches of the cottonwood tree where Uncle Oren had confronted him the previous morning. He stared at the moon's reflection in the water. He felt tossed around like he had the one and only time he'd been on a trampoline.
Junior hated trampolines. He had been six years old the summer Daddy had taken him to a church camp in Montana. When Daddy lifted him onto the huge circle, he was ready to jump up and down. It had looked like so much fun while he was standing on the ground watching the other kids bounce. But the shifting surface caused him to lose his balance and roll toward the center where a dozen feet smacked on the canvas and sent him rebounding out of control. He screamed in fear, thinking any moment their feet would come down on his head. He couldn't stand up or even crawl to the edge because of the bouncing surface beneath him. Finally, his screams caused the other children to stop. One of the bigger boys rolled him to the edge like a sack of flour, and Daddy, disgusted with his "big baby" son, grasped him around the waist and set him on the ground.
Today's events had left him feeling like he had on that trampoline—unable to stand on his own and control what happened next, fearful that he would be stomped on by others who cared nothing for the good works he wanted to do. Clearly, he was being tested. Evil had entered his world in the form of the fortunetelling Garth Drummond and the silver-haired man. They were here to take everything that was his. He could not let that happen.
He had been wrong about so many things.
He had been wrong to give up on Sara. She was promised to him. They should have been married years ago, should have children by now. It was God's will. Junior had known this to be true since that first day in the church. But how could he overpower the evil now surrounding her, save her from the forces that would capture her soul for Satan?
Drummond and the silver-haired man were in league with each other. That much was clear. He had seen the silver-haired man encounter Sara on the steps of the fortuneteller's house earlier in the evening. The witch with the long hair had opened the door and ushered them in.
He didn't understand Sara's involvement. It wasn't like her to succumb to liars and frauds. She spent her life exposing people like the ones she was now befriending. Somehow they had cast a spell on her. If he could save her, he would be her rescuing knight, and she would realize they were meant to be together.
He had to break the bond she was forming with the fortuneteller and get her away from his influence, but she was beyond reason. He would have to do more than talk. But what?
Knowledge! Knowledge was the key. He had to find out exactly what he was dealing with. He felt for the church key in his pocket and headed for the back door. Inside, he booted up the computer. While he waited for the dial up Internet to connect, he made some instant coffee. If Drummond had a website, Junior might be able to find something there to convince Sara of the man's evil intent. He settled into a black office chair and clicked on a search engine; then he tapped in the name he'd seen in the newspaper: Garth Drummond. After a moment, he added the word psychic and hit the search button.
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