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Dry Lands

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Mar 6, 2018


The Pearson family moves to the southeast part of Colorado where a farming community depends on rainfall to harvest crops. The town of Walsh has discovered a way to bring moisture to their desiccated lands but at a substantial cost. How far would someone go for the survival of their town and way of life? Tragedy occurs when youngest daughter Emily disappears along with the family dog. While the Pearsons search for their missing child and pet, oldest daughter Audra seeks help from their neighbor, a Native American. The family will slowly discover a dark secret the small settlement has been keeping. As the history of the town is revealed, the terrifying truth could have a devastating conclusion. How far would you go for the people you love? To rescue her sibling, Audra will leave this earthly plane and enter a dark realm where she will face a macabre presence-a malicious spirit summoned for an evil purpose. Will the family reunite and make it out alive? Traditions never die, even when blood is spilled.

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Mar 6, 2018

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Dry Lands - Trent Mills


Chapter 1

The old station wagon hauling a small trailer raced down the lonely highway. It had over a hundred thousand miles on it but still ran like new. The family had not seen another vehicle for around an hour since a semitruck passed them heading in the opposite direction. It was a hot, sunny day with only a few clouds overhead.

Are we there yet, Daddy? asked a little voice from the back seat.

Not yet, Emily, her father answered back, as he smiled looking at her in the rearview mirror. Emily was the youngest. She was five, with dirty blonde hair and big brown eyes. She let out a breath of air in frustration and hugged her pink teddy bear as she sat back in her car seat. Next to her on the other side of the seat was her sister, Audra. She was thirteen years old and had brown hair like her mother. She was sitting quietly looking out the window, daydreaming. In the middle between the two girls was the family dog, Samson. He was an Irish setter, with dark red hair. They had purchased him when he was just a puppy. He was lying down, showing no real emotion. The family had been living in New Mexico outside of Taos where their mother sold her artwork (paintings, mostly) and their father worked as a carpenter.

Honey, don’t hit that! Sara screamed at her husband, as he swerved to miss the dead skunk lying in the middle of the road. She was in her thirties and like her two daughters, had brown eyes. She was average size and had pale milky skin with brown curly hair. Her husband’s name was Daniel Pearson. He was slightly taller than her and also average in size. He had light brown hair and wore glasses. He was usually clean shaven but was a little on the scruffy side today.

We missed it, Daniel said, very relieved. Hitting roadkill is never good, especially when it’s a rancid deceased skunk. Samson looked up for a moment and then laid his head back down.

"Are you doing okay? Sara asked, concerned as she grabbed her husband’s hand.

Yeah, I’m fine, Daniel answered back. He had been driving for several hours. The family had decided to move back to his hometown of Walsh, Colorado, after his father had passed away. Sara could paint anywhere, and he had recently quit his job due to him wanting to do something different that would make him happy. He was only a child when he and his mother moved away. She had left his father, and Daniel was never sure of the reason. His mother had died when he was eighteen years of age. She had been very ill with stage four lung cancer which means the cancer had spread outside of the lung to other parts of her body. She had been in severe pain and suffered with shortness of breath and coughing up bloody mucus. They had lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, while his mother was in treatment. She had passed away after six months of agonizing pain. He always thought it was strange his mother had lung cancer when she had never smoked tobacco or used nicotine products of any kind. Later, Daniel moved to Taos where he met Sara.

Daniel’s father had left him the house and land after his death. A lawyer had tracked him down and contacted the family regarding his father’s will. Daniel wondered how that lawyer had found them.

Walsh was located in the southeastern part of the state. It was very close to the Kansas state line. It was flat land covered in fields and grassy pastures. The plains had few hills and many fields of wheat and corn that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was mid-May. Harvest would be coming in June for wheat and later in the beginning of fall for corn.

We’re almost there! Daniel excitedly yelled while smiling. The family passed a sign that read, Baca County. Emily was still clutching her pink bear as she smiled back. Samson stood up and barked.

Quiet, boy, Audra whispered to the happy canine. Audra looked back out the window. She could see telephone poles and old barbed wire fence next to the road. Some of the fence were falling down and covered in tumbleweeds. She could not see any cattle in the fenced areas, only a bull skull near an old windmill. The ground looked dry and thirsty. The grass had a yellow tint, and even the green weeds were shriveled and dying.

Another half hour had passed when the car began to slow. Both girls looked forward to see why their father had decelerated the vehicle. Daniel eased the old station wagon to a stop. In front of them were two more vehicles, a red car and a gray minivan, that were taking a detour (dirt road) that would bypass Walsh and return them to Highway 160. The road was blocked. A barrier had been set up with a sign that read, Road Closed.

Oh, shit, Daniel muttered under his breath. His wife gave him a glance of disgust with his use of foul language and turned back toward the road.

Is it construction? Sara asked, as she took a sip of water out of a jug and offered it to her daughters.

I don’t know, he replied back, as he rolled down his window to let some fresh air in. It was hot outside, and the air conditioner had not been working very well. It was around 5:30 p.m. Daniel wanted to get to the house by six. Just then, he saw an old blue Ford pickup truck coming down the road toward them. It parked next to the barrier, and an older man wearing jeans and a flannel shirt hopped out the truck and removed the road block. He had a graying beard and looked like he had been working as a mechanic with the oil stains on his clothes. Once he had the road barrier moved to the side of the road, he pulled a dirty red rag from his back pocket and wiped his face. He signaled that traffic could move again through Walsh while he smiled, revealing crooked teeth.

"We are moving again, yes!" cried Emily. Daniel and Sara looked at each other and smiled and continued down the road.

His father known as Dan Sr. had lived around ten miles outside of Walsh. When driving through town, at first it seemed to be deserted. Not a living person was in sight. There were many empty, ran down abandoned buildings. There was a co-op with large bins on the side of the road for grain storage. Railroad tracks ran alongside it. When the family got to Main Street, they took a right turn and drove on. An old gas station was visible in the distance. Down Main Street, there was a grocery store with a man outside with a broom sweeping. He was wearing an apron that was stained with blood (apparently, he was the town’s butcher). The man only looked up for a moment and then continued sweeping the sidewalk. Next to the market, there was a fruit and vegetable stand with a closed sign hanging from a rusty nail. Further down the street, there was a post office, bank, and small diner where a heavier woman with short hair was entering. A large water tower could be seen in the distance that had Walsh written across it. Daniel turned left after the park and made his way out of town. The park had swings, a slide, and a basketball court, but there was not a single child in sight. On the outskirts of Walsh was the cemetery. It had a large gate that was currently open and had metal fencing around the property. There were trees around the headstones, but many were dead with branches that looked like hands with long fingers reaching out to grab someone. Much

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