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Autumn Fires	By : reinla Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 3255 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Black or any of the other Riddick Movies. Nor do I own Vin Diesel, as much as I want too.I make no money or profit from this story. Autumn Fallon, however, is mine.

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Even now I could barely believe the words I told the convict. Maybe it was because we had so much in common, or maybe it was simply because out of everyone here, Riddick posed the least threat to me. Whatever the truth of the matter was, I had issued a challenge. Things like that didn’t go unchecked in our world. If someone threw down the gauntlet, we picked it up and ran with it. I fully expected to be seeing him out of those chains soon enough. If my hearing was any indication, he had already started to break free of the restraints.
Really, any merc that didn’t bother to check and make sure there was absolutely no way for a convict to escape was one that deserved to die. From what the rumors said about the giant of a man, he was rather industrious and found a way to escape from the moment he was thrust into the situation. Shaking my head, I knew that I needed to put some distance between myself and the convict before Johns got suspicious.
Outside, the others were trying to decide what the next best course of action would be. We needed to search for water – to see if we could find anything that would help us survive. Even if it was old and near expiration. Letting my eyes roam around me, I noticed that Shazza and Zeke had been busy. Apparently they had managed to salvage parts from the ship and were making what looked like breathing apparatuses for everyone. As I tried to take a breath, burning my lungs and screaming from the lack of oxygen, I knew we would need them.
With goggle-covered eyes, I tried to figure out where I would be of most use. The others, they didn’t know that I knew how to take care of myself; they probably didn’t even know I was a convict. My goggles weren’t questioned all that much, at least not yet, and I didn’t really want to push the issue. If they asked, I of course had a story prepared. Well, not really prepared but one that I was starting to work on. If I could convince them that I was from a planet that was mostly dark maybe they wouldn’t think anything about it.
With a soft sigh, I flipped a small part of my hair over my shoulders and cast my gaze across the barren land. Before I could approach anyone about where they might need my help I saw Johns running from the ship and I couldn’t contain the giggle. I knew that Riddick would escape eventually and I had money on him staying out of the chains, well at least for a little while. The only way he could get Johns to let him stay out there was to either kill the merc or convince him that he wasn’t the most dangerous thing around.
If my hearing was correct, then that wouldn’t be hard to prove. I could hear the sounds of thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands, of creatures walking through the underground caves. The darkness, it called to me – sang through my veins and made me want to bask in it. I had to shove that feeling down. I couldn’t let them know that my animal wanted to come out and play.
As the others approached, I tried to fight the noise that rose up around me. Something was coming, and it was only a matter of time. I could see Johns freaking out as I listened to the words around me. Apparently his prisoner escaped and he wanted us to be prepared. It was stupid really. Riddick didn’t have any reason to hurt anyone, except maybe Johns. As long as we didn’t try to kill him, he wouldn’t try to kill us. I could hear the men talking, watching as Johns handed Zeke a gun.
“This is stupid, you know that. If Riddick really wanted to kill us, then we would already be dead. He just wants to be free and off this planet like the rest of us. Hunting him down like some animal won’t help make him any less hostile to you Johns.” I managed to say to the Merc before Shazza handed me a breather.
I caught a glare that was meant to tell me to shut up before he hurt me, but all I could do was smirk. I knew he wasn’t really who he said he was and now was not the time for him to suspect that. Not until I was ready for him to know.
Two groups were formed. Zeke, Shazza, Jack and Paris were going to stay back and try to bury the crew and passengers that they could find. No one wanted to leave the bodies just laying around. It was inhumane. Fry, after having asked that they bury her crewies, started to walk off in the direction of Johns. I needed to figure out which one of the two groups was the best suited for me. If I stayed I’d have to help lug bodies, but if I went with the other group I’d have to put up with Johns.
The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea of going off with the merc. That would give me a chance to get closer to the convict – to see him without the chains and the bit. A small smile graced my face at the thought and I could see Johns’ watching me with a scowl. I knew he was trying to figure out who I was and how dangerous I was.
Moving closer to the group, I noticed what some of the others had. Three suns. One blue, and that one was just starting to rise up the horizon. I knew that the others were hoping for night, for a reprieve from the heat of this planet but they weren’t going to get it. With three suns, it was almost certain that there wouldn’t be nightfall.
“Three suns?” I heard Jack ask. I couldn’t help but notice a hint of fear in her words. Something had spooked the girl onto the ship, forced her to act like a boy and now she was crashed here with us. I wanted to comfort her, but I had no idea how or where to begin.
“So much for nightfall.”
“So much for my cocktail hour.” Paris was such a whiney man. If he hadn’t had the booze that he had ‘shared’, I might have already put him out of our misery.
I heard Imam’s voice and almost snorted. He was so sure that his ‘religion’ would be what kept him and his boys safe on this journey. I wanted to strangle him some, but on the other hand, I could understand having belief. Not necessarily religion... but belief. Growing up in the slam, you learn to believe that unless you are the strongest and most dangerous, you don’t stand a chance..
“We take this as a good sign – a path, a direction from Allah. Blue sun, blue water.”
“That’s a bad sign. That’s Riddick’s direction.” the merc called out to us.
Fry, showing that she was attempting to be somewhat smart, thought she needed to comment. “I thought you found his restraints over there, towards sunset.”
“Right. Which means he went towards sunrise.”
I just stood back and watched them. Johns didn’t strike me as the completely stupid type, but the fact he seemed to pick and choose when he threw out information about Riddick bothered me. Honestly, these people didn’t need to be afraid of him, they needed to be afraid of the things that lived on this planet. I could feel them under my feet, my animal wanting to steer as clear of them as possible. My animal had never let me down before.
When the group set off, I left with them. We trekked over the desert towards the blue star. My feet travelled across the sand and dirt and I knew that they couldn’t really hear me. Everyone around me walked as if they were trying to stomp through a jungle. None of them would stand a chance of sneaking up on Riddick or even myself. Still, I couldn’t begrudge most of them for this. They hadn’t had to learn how to be quiet, how to use stealth to their advantage.
Trying not to worry over the gun that Johns insisted he carry, I let myself wander. We were heading in some direction and I only hoped that for everyone’s sake it turned out to be a fruitful search. It would do us no good if we couldn’t find at least some semblance of water or shelter. There was only so long that any of us would last out here, in these conditions. With each step I could feel my mind wander back to the slam; back to the heat and the darkness.
The sound of voices calling out drew me out of myself as I saw them running. If I could hear them correctly, they thought they spotted trees. Why would there be trees on a desert planet? It made no sense but I couldn’t be sure until I headed in that direction. From here, it looked like something other than trees but I doubted any of them had any of the same senses I had. Moving up to join the other group, I stared at the bones. So many great animals, dead. Their bones scattered around in a graveyard of sorts, bleached white by the sun and the sounds of the wind making them seem like they were moaning.
I stopped. Something killed these things and that something, I was sure, was right below my feet. I wanted to get closer to see if I could find anything, or sense anything that might give me a clue as to what happened. Fry’s voice broke me out of my reverie.
“Is this whole planet dead?”
“Only on the surface. Something killed all of these creatures and I fear that something isn’t gone.” I said quietly. I could feel the eyes bore into me, watching me as I moved a little closer to the edge. The animal inside of me wanted to know just how dangerous these creatures could be. If they did this to these huge animals then they were something to study, and maybe, be afraid of. Fear. It was something that we learned to deal with in the slam and the prospect of death didn’t scare me.
Each of us moved closer to the boneyard and my thoughts were echoed by Imam’s words. “A communal graveyard of sorts-- like the elephants of old earth.”
I wanted to study them. I couldn’t help but reach a hand out and touch the closest bone to me. If you looked close enough you would see what I did: teeth marks. Something with razor sharp little teeth attacked them. Some of the bones looked broken – jagged remains that spoke of some type of trauma before their horrific deaths. I was glad for a moment that no one was really paying me any attention.
Moving deeper inside one of the skulls, I let my hands graze the bones. I could hear their ‘music’ on the wind and it filled me with a haunting melody. I was zoning out, trying to gather my thoughts, to put together a plan. If the sounds I heard back near the ship was the indication of how many of these creatures there were, I was more than sure I didn’t want to be around when they came back out to play.
Shadows surrounded me as I moved even deeper, my head moving to and fro as I tried to steer clear from the other survivors. Johns came into my line of sight and I watched him as he prodded into the shadows with his gun. As if Riddick would be stupid enough to be sitting there within reach of the muzzle. This merc was starting to get on my nerves. Before I could fight it, a small growl escaped my lips. It was low enough that I knew the blonde wouldn’t hear it but one that made me feel better nonetheless. If the resulting chuckle was real, then apparently the convict agreed with whatever I was thinking.
As soon as Johns left, I turned my back on the area that he had been in, moving further into the shadows. I didn’t notice Riddick slip out of one of the sinus cavities nor did I see him slip behind me. It wasn’t until I felt myself spun around and lifted up that I even realized what situation I was in. He was good, I had to give him that. Good enough that he can sneak up on me in the dark and not set my animal into defensive mode.
Watching through goggled eyes, I tried to figure out what the convict was up to. I wanted to be able to read the mind of Riddick, but then that might be more trouble than it was worth. With my back pressed against one of the larger and flatter bones of the creature, my legs dangling off the ground as Riddick had literally picked me up by the crotch. He moved me up to eye level, and I couldn’t do much. In a situation like this, in the slam, I would be kicking and screaming. Trying to find any way to break free but here... in the arms of this man, I didn’t want to do either. It was something to contemplate, at least.
I was trying to figure out what to do in this situation as his actions snapped me out of my thoughts. He was leaning near me, his nose just centimeters from my skin. I could hear him inhale, as if savoring my scent. My hands, strangely enough, were free and I took my chance. Running my fingers against the skin I could find, I tried to keep the animal inside of me from moaning out. I had never been around such an alpha male before, someone that commanded surrender from the creature inside of me.
Yet I wanted to fight it. I didn’t want him to win so easily. I knew, on some level, that Riddick wasn’t going to let me go. Not if his next actions were any indication. He was sniffing my hair, but then I could feel his lips and tongue against my skin. It was feather soft kisses, teasing me, making me writhe just a tiny bit on his arms. A sudden purring sound started from inside of me and the convict pulled back. Looking up into his goggled eyes, I wanted to see what his eyes were telling me.
“You smell like me. Interestin’.”
His voice made me jerk back and I honestly thought about telling him to take me then. His voice; it sent shivers down my spine but now wasn’t the time to act on those feelings. Letting my goggled-eyes stare into his own, I knew I needed to say something.
“You smell like me. Animal and power. It’s intoxicating. Don’t think you’ve won this round, Riddick, because I can take you out if I need to.” My voice was harsh, but fighting back the lust that was coursing through my veins. I knew he wasn’t going to believe me – that he could probably scent my arousal in the air. He turned me on like nothing ever had and I needed time to evaluate the situation.
He dropped me, let me fall to the ground, and at that action I heard him chuckle. Dark and deep, as if he thought he could intimidate me. Seemed like the convict needed a lesson in why not to fuck with me. Standing as quickly as I could, I made the first move. I ran at the man, my aim to tackle him to the ground but he saw it coming. My inner beast was in the mood for a little violence and I let her come out and play.
He wanted to think that he was better; I would show him. Of course, I was wrong in the end. The fight, while lasting no longer than five minutes, was full-out violent. Fits flew, bodies dodged, but in the end, I was on my back. With the convict laying over me and a shiv to my throat, I saw him tap it gently against my neck as if he expected me to tap out. He had another thing coming. Gently against his back, right in the ‘sweet spot’ I tapped my shiv. We would call this round a draw. He could try to kill me, but I would do some damage to him before I bled out.
I watched as he moved off of me and held out his hand. Taking it, I allowed the convict to pull me up and into his arms where he scented me again. This was turning out to be much more interesting than studying some old bones. My thoughts were broken by the sound of Johns calling my name. With a sigh, I moved away from Riddick and back into the shadows. For now.
I wanted the merc to think that I hadn’t heard him yet. Making him wait was the only thing that would do that. Instead, I let my gaze stay on the convict in front of me and I watched as he prowled through the shadows. He drew close to a figure, and that’s when I saw her. Fry. She was sitting there by one of the bones fiddling with her breather. Johns approached her and I wanted to know what they were talking about. Those two had far too many private conversations than the rest of us and it wasn’t a good thing.
Moving closer, I let my ears pick up the sounds of the conversation. I watced as Johns offered Fry something to drink and I knew it was the alcohol they filched from Paris.
“Probably shouldn’t. Dehydrates you even more.”
“Probably right.”
Their conversation was boring. I wanted to hear the good stuff, the things that told me what I needed to use as blackmail for later. Neither of the blondes were innocent in this situation; I got the strange feeling that Fry was partly at fault for all the damage done to the shop, and I knew that the merc would kill us all if he thought we would stop him from trying to collect a payday on Riddick. Still I stayed close enough to hear the rest of their conversation.
“Because if we don’t find water... we might not make it back.”
“No, no I wanted to get way.”
“So I noticed. Never seen a captain quite so ready to leave her ship.”
At that remark, I wanted to snort. She wasn’t a true captain. If she had been then none of us would have ever been purged from the ship in the first place. There would have been calmer heads prevailing in the threat of death. No, Fry was anything but captain.
“Better keep moving…”
“What’d Owens mean? ‘Bout not touching the handle. It’s ok Carolyn you can tell me.”
“Promise me. Swear to me you won’t…”
“You see anybody else here? Just between you and me.”
I watched the nervous look flit across Fry’s face, as if she felt like she could trust Johns. I wanted to scream her her – to shake her, and growl, and tell her exactly what I thought about the man. He was as trustworthy as I could throw him. He would, in the end, find a way to use this information against her and it wouldn’t be pretty when it happened.
I watched as Riddick moved closer to the talking pair. A part of me wondered what he was doing, seeing as he could be seen at any moment if they chose to look just behind him. Still I needed to hear the rest of this conversation and what the convict was doing could be filed away later.
“During the landing.. when things were at their worst.. Owens was at his best. He’s the one who wouldn’t let the docking pilot dump the main cabin.”
“And the docking pilot would be? Guess I’m more glad to be alive than I thought.”
I watched as Riddick leaned out and sliced off a small bit of Fry’s hair. He brought it up to his nose and smelled it, making me growl. Sub-vocal, but still loud enough for the convict to hear because I watched as his goggled-eyes slammed to mine, daring me to say anything. Oh I was going to say something. Charging at the convict, I felt my body slam into his but it wasn’t enough. He spun us so that once again I was pinned underneath him in the shadows. I watched as he ripped off his goggles and stared at me. A part of me wondered what he was trying to prove. With just enough space, I felt him pull my goggles up as well. Silver eyes met silver as we stared at each other. Each one of us unwilling to relinquish dominance, but knowing that one of us would come out the alpha.
“And you have eyes like mine. Even more interestin’. You’re not jealous, are you sugar?”
I wanted to wipe the smirk off his face, but instead settled on glaring at him. He was far stronger than I was and I felt my animal wanting to do something it had never done before. Submit. Here. We were at a stalemate. If he rejected what I was about to do, then I wouldn’t even begin to understand what to do next. Turning my head to the right, showing him the smooth column of skin that was unmarked. It was the largest sign of submission that anyone could do. He could kill me right then and there – slice my throat and no one would be the wiser.
I didn’t expect him to lean down and kiss the smooth column of skin. It was almost too much. My animal gave in and surrendered. I was sure he could sense it, and feel it. I was his, his to command. His to do whatever he felt like with. Animal to animal, he was my alpha and I would submit. I wanted him to mark me as his, but this wasn’t the time. If I came out of the bones with a bite mark on my neck, the others wouldn’t hesitate to turn on me. I didn’t need them turning on me at the moment.
Hearing Johns’ voice yelling for me once again, I sighed. I felt the small kiss on my pulse point as I pushed Riddick off and moved to stand up. Wiping away the dirt and sweat as best I could, I stared at the convict. “Go play nice with the others. I’ll be there soon enough.” I told him as I moved out into the sunlight and the sight of the merc. I could feel eyes on me though I was sure that no one could see him.
There in the light, I saw Johns frown at me and I smirked at him.
“Where were you?”
“I was studying the bones. Something ate them up good and clean. Things with razor sharp teeth. Almost as if they don’t even bother to really do much chewing until after they had a whole mouthful.”
It was enough to make the merc shudder and me to grin at him. Our little party continued on through the bones and sand as we hoped to find civilization. I realized it was not too far off when I heard the young boys start to scream for the captain and take off running. I followed, only not as fast and not as interested. It was a settlement, but by the looks of it, it had long since been abandoned. I heard the Arab boys say something that I didn’t understand, watched as Imam tried to translate some of what they were saying and sighed. I couldn’t fault him for his faith, but this had nothing to do with god. Something else was here before we were, and we needed to be careful.
Our task was simple – find water and that was what we started to do. I tuned each of them out as I made my way around the buildings. They were all abandoned, but that didn’t mean anything. People sometimes lock up their houses and leave things around as they travel. Still, there was this overwhelming sense of evil coming from the place and I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. Hearing Fry’s scream, I darted from my place just outside the Coring Room and went to find her. Shiv drawn, I was prepared to take out anyone that might be threatening her. True, I didn’t really like her, but it was also true I didn’t need anyone dead on my watch if I could help it. Seeing that it was nothing more than a ship, I snorted and tucked my shiv away, moving back to my thoughts.
We were waiting for something, and I didn’t care what the others were discussing at the moment. My eyes and ears were trained on our surroundings as I tried to memorize the layout. It would help if I had to find my way back here, especially in the dark. I heard gunshots off in the distance and wondered if the others might have heard it. My question was answered when I saw Johns take off back towards the settlement. I needed to get there first – to get there and stop the merc from making things worse. Taking off at a run, letting myself free for the first time, I pushed myself hard and fast. I got there with enough time to get down to the hole where Zeke was. Oh, this was going to be fun.

I have to admit – the girl tellin’ me how to get free was somethin’ new. Of course, I needed to prove that she was right so I turned my head, and looked through the slit I had made in the blindfold. I could see it, the crack up there in the pillar. Wouldn’t be too hard to escape. Standin’, I stretched my arms up as high as they would go and popped my shoulders out of place. Bringin’ it through the hole and back in front, I popped ‘em back in place. Small grunt; that’s all I could afford to let out in notion to the pain. Fallin’ forwards, I reached out and grabbed the torch that someone left out. Stupid to leave this in my grasp. I hope you realize that now Johns. Cuttin’ through the manacles, I ripped the bit out of my mouth and the blindfold off. Slippin’ on my goggles, I grinned. I could get out of here and go find that mystery woman.
Takin’ off at a run, I dropped my manacles one way and headed off in the other. Johns was smart enough that he’d figure it out, but I’d be long gone by then. At least, that was the plan. Takin’ off towards sunrise, I headed out into the desert. I wanted to chuckle at how easy it was this time to be free of the merc but I didn’t. Instead, I just made my way to a large gatherin’ of bones and waste. Climbin’ up inside one of the sinus cavities, I laid in wait.
I didn’t have to wait long. I knew Johns would check on me sooner or later and it was, apparently, later. I heard them comin’ long before I saw any of them; the feet makin’ enough noise for me to ascertain who was there.
Heavy boots, the kind worn by mercs and cops alike. Must be Johns.
Soft paddin’ – four of them from the sounds of it: one adult and three children of varyin’ sizes. Probably the holy-man and his sons.
The other – soft, feminine but somethin’ more. She was stompin’ for all she was worth as if the sound would drive away her fears. Her scent. Must be the captain, the one that took the ship down.
Hmm. Interestin’ I didn’t hear her footfalls but I knew she was there. The mystery woman, the one that smells like me.
Waitin’ I watched her slink into the bones, watched as she moved in the shadows almost as well as I do. Filin’ that away for later, I watched Johns poke his gun into the bones. He thinks he knows where I am but he’s wrong. Stupid merc. When the man leaves, I slid out of the sinus cavity and watced the girl. I wanted to get to know her better and now was the time.
Movin’ closer I could tell she didn’t even know I was there. Dangerous. She didn’t hear me comin’ up on her until it was too late, somethin’ we’d have to work on later. Instead, I spun her around, movin’ her up so she was right in my eye sight. I wanted to take in her scent more. So I did. Leanin’ forwards, I inhaled. I could smell it, the animal just under the surface. It smelled like mine. She had to be a convict, but she looked so young.
“You smell like me. Interestin’.”
I couldn’t fight the words as I watched her, try to judge her reaction to what I was sayin’. I seemed to get through to her, to get her to understand that this was somethin’ significant. She still wanted to fight. I stared at her with my goggle-covered eyes. Now wasn’t the time to show her that particular secret. Still, her rebelliousness was somethin’ to be admired. Kinda hot. Made my inner animal purr in approval. She could just be the thin’ I need to get off this planet.
Her words made me laugh. The girl thinks she can take me. Well bring it on darlin’; you won’t win. I thought with a chuckle to myself. The battle started and it was fun. It had been a long time since I’d managed to let my animal out and play. I hadn’t had a good fight in so long. We moved, a dance of sorts, that had us both blockin’ and hittin’ at the same time. It took all of what? Maybe five minutes for me to lay the girl out? My shiv, the one that Johns didn’t know I had, was at her neck, pressin’ hard enough to get my point across, but not hard enough to break skin. The cheeky bitch had her shiv planted in my sweet spot. I couldn’t fight the grin at that. She knew how to take care of herself. I liked that, a lot.
Movin’ off of her, I helped the girl up and slammed her against my chest. I liked this feelin’ of her in my arms. Seemed to make my beast calm and that ain’t happened in such a long time. I stared at her, but she was broken from her thoughts by the sound of Johns. Watchin’ her move away, I slipped into the shadows as she walked away, movin’ to my target. If I could take one of them out here, maybe it would be one less person to turn on me in the end. Things don’t go quite like they were supposed to. I watched, as the captain moved to where I was hidin’ and a plan started to form. Johns came up before I could act on it too much. I wanted to growl out in frustration, but I held myself in check. Lettin’ them know I was this close to them wouldn’t be good, at least not right now.
Instead, I listened to their conversation. I could care less who she was, or if she tried to kill us off. I knew that when I did finally make a break for it, Fry wasn’t goin’ to be one of the ones I got off this planet. The girl, the one pretendin’ to be a boy, and that other one, the one with the eyes like mine. Those two, I’d get off here, but no one else. Not yet at least. Takin’ out my shiv, I sliced off a few strands of Fry’s hair, sniffin’ it. I tried to catalogue her smell, so that in the dark I could tell it was her and not someone else comin’ up on me. Sight only gets ya so far.
The growl I heard made me chuckle. She thinks she’s got a claim to me. I could almost see the gears turnin’ in her head. I saw her chargin’ me and I tried not to outright laugh. I didn’t want them to know I was here. It was far too easy to take her down, to pin her underneath me. Rippin’ off my goggles, I stared at her and then I pulled her own goggles up. The shock was somethin’ I got over quickly. First time, I’d ever seen it on a woman. Kinda hot. Makes me wonder if she had it done in the same slam as mine. Mmmm, the memories of Butcher’s Bay.
“And you have eyes like mine. Even more interestin’. You’re not jealous, are you sugar?”
I couldn’t fight the words from comin’ out. I knew she was like me, but I didn’t need to rub it in. Still, she was jealous and didn’t need to be. That was somethin’ I was goin’ to have to fix. I watched her, as she laid there under me, watched her turn her head. For one long moment, I’m stunned. I could feel her animal fightin’ to the surface. It wanted to battle for dominance but I was stronger. With that one move, she’d given me the power over her. Leanin’ forward, I couldn’t help but kiss the spot that she revealed. She had just submitted and my animal and I, for once, were in agreement. MINE! Now would be a perfect time to mark her, but I couldn’t. Not yet. Johns needed to be dealt with first. Kissin’ her pulse point, I felt her move. I could hear Johns callin’ for her like a dog and knew she had to go. I let her move away and stood up. Her words – they just kept throwin’ me for a loop.
For her, I’d go play nice with the others. For her, I’d try not to kill them. I needed to learn her story but now was not the time. Movin’ away from my spot and headin’ back to the ship, I sighed. This was goin’ to be a long ass day. My feet swiftly carried me to the ship and I didn’t have to hide much. None of them could see me, or even catch me if they wanted. Spottin’ a good place to sit, I climbed up on the chair that Paris had been in, and waited. I watched them freak out and shoot someone, probably just another passenger. Oh, it’s not like I couldn’t hear ‘em thinkin’ it was me. As if I’d be that easy to kill.
I watched as they drug the body out to the hole they was diggin’. Not exactly a good idea considerin’ the critters I could hear. I wasn’t about to tell them otherwise. Watchin’, I saw the body get dumped and then the prospector move as if to investigate somethin’. Stupid. When his body was pulled under, I moved. Not sure if it was the sudden thought of how upset my woman would be if I let the man die, or the notion that we would just be feedin’ ‘em, that had me movin’. I saw Shazza runnin’ over and I needed to get her out of the way. Knockin’ her over, I tugged hard on the cord and sighed as I felt it give some. If I didn’t save Zeke, this whole thin’ was gonna be over way before it started.
Tuggin’ hard on the cable, I managed to pull the man free. Not before he hit his head on a rock and was knocked out. A blow like that, at the speed I was pullin,’ he was lucky it didn’t snap his neck. Before I could focus on what was goin’ on, I smelled the woman. My woman beside me and I watched her. Somehow she had managed to make it back here at the sound of the gunshots well ahead of the rest of the party. This could be interestin’.
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