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“I don’t know what happened to the bicycle. How could I know?”He snapped.
“I only asked thinking you might have caught something I missed.” I eased Dan into a trot. Brick walls that man was as stoney as they came. No,
more like concrete.
Well to heck with him, the day was warm. I was going to enjoy the adventure even if it killed me and broke his attitude of what a strong woman was. I didn’t need his bull.
I began to think about what I had to do when I got back. It was then when I first noticed something coming toward us. It looked hazy like you get with a hot asphalt road. There was no road, no way for mirages to be thrown up on this ground.
I really couldn’t decide what I was looking at until it stopped in front of old Dan. The dear old soul stopped and wouldn’t budge. I have never known Dan to be skittish about anything but that poor horse was ready to turn tail and run for the barn.
“Easy big guy it’s not going to hurt you.” The figure came into sight in all its ethereal beauty. A good looking young man of about twenty. He had dark hair and deep brown eyes. He walked right up to Dan and gently patted my old horse. Softly he asked,” where can I find my Roberta? I have been looking all over for her.”
“Are you James?” I was beginning to be more unnerved by the minute.
“Yes ma’am I am. A little friend of mine says that Roberta is causing trouble. I have to help her.”
Josh rode up looking straight into the eyes of the ghost of his Father. He said, “My mom is very angry and confused because of your death and what my grandfather did to her. She needs your help bad. She is hurting people. We are going to try and find her. If you’d come along it might help.”Josh told the fading man.
“Your mother that makes you the baby Roberta carrying. How long has it been? How long have I been dead?”
“I’m thirty-nine. So you have been dead about forty years.” Josh and I watched the man shake his head.
“I’ll be around.” The specter said as he faded out.
Okay, Joshua’s family were all dysfunctional from both sides. It’s no wonder why the man wouldn’t open up.
“Well, that was interesting,” He said.
Before I could say a word. There was a electricity to the air. My hair began to stand on end. There was a huge rush and a loud bang. The wind picked up and old Dan had had enough he reared and I started off his back. I managed to land on my feet and grabbed the reins. I kept a tight hold on them. He turned to run instead put his head against me and trembled. I looked over his head and saw Roberta standing there.
I waited for Josh at the edge of the opening to the bottoms. Since the rain had stopped. The water was receding. I tried to be understanding toward his brooding silence. The man was starting to tick me off. I’m not some shrinking flower. Hey I can live with the fact he doesn’t want me. But I would like to think he didn’t hate me. “Screw this he can catch up.” I urged old Dan down into the bottoms. I came back to this area because I loved where I grew up. I still had friends here and I do not have to worry about meeting a office schedule all the time. My daily walks kept me in decent shape for being in my mid thirties I didn’t look to bad. I have been told I could pass for twenty-eight.
Stopping at the bottom of the hill to give Dan a rest. I am not willing to worry about a man. Who, what in the world . I pulled up my binoculars to see what I was watching.
What I saw was what looked like a bicycle that was flashing and what looked like the cyclone from the electrical charge going hard across the bottoms tearing up cotton as it went.
Then just as it had begun it disappeared into oblivion. There had been only a small cyclone of dust.
I put down the binoculars and whistled had Josh been right could this be something that the army didn’t want us to known about?
“I’m thinking that was some strange looking bicycle.” Josh said as he came up on Hellion.
” Then you saw it?”
“Yea I saw it. I have heard rumors on a project being worked on. But I know for a fact it was scraped when three people were killed. Those three men were my best friends. They were all orphans. The commander said that the mission was not to go to anyone that had any family of any kind. The testing was done when they went to check men there wasn’t one of them left. Just remenates of broken bones and torn uniforms. Mitch, Dave and Scott were considered experienced and expendable. Because they had no family.”
We rode in silence for a while.
“What happened to the bicycle?”