| The Creative Expressions of... Bill Vivrett |
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| NightRiders: Incident on Big River Heights Page 4 of 6 ____________________________________________________ |
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| Updated 12.08.04 |
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| Still mounted, all four had walked their horses into the muddy yard, by now. Three reigned up abreast, behind the gaunt specter that had been Sam Hildebrand. Two riders had rifles casually draped across saddle horns. All were expert marksmen. �I�m comin� out!� Old Buck responded. �I been waitin� a long time for this,� the last part muttered to himself. |
| �There�s raw mad-dog-evil in what they been doin� Mag, an� this ends it right here. Right now.�
Maggie, his wife, had died ten years earlier, just giving up on the hardscrabble life they had. And, there was still not enough law enforcement, out away from town. In the still dark house, he pulled on his overalls, loaded the double-barrel twelve gauge and stuck a handful of shells in his pocket. Then, he eased the screen door open, cushioned its closure, silently and stepped outside, still unseen, close to the house. The ominous sky instantly BLACKENED. Then, suddenly, the sky exploded with brightness and a deafening supernatural CRACK! Old Buck was eyewitness to the power, the majesty and the wrath of Almighty GOD Himself! He crumpled to his knees and pressed his forehead into the mud in fear and awe. Judgment had been rendered. THE ETERNAL I AM had split the ancient sycamore from top to bottom; and the earth quaked. Horses and riders were taken in an instant. Immediately, the storm passed and a clear dawn was breaking. Mystified, the old man got up from the still warm mud and went inside. He sat down in his easy chair facing the east and the right. �They won�t be back, Mag, ever again. It�s been taken care of...� He dozed off. |