The Skinwalker Conspiracies - 02 - Plot & Excerpts
The lovely shape of Karla Thompson nestled next to me with only a thin sheet covering us. We fit together rather nicely. Despite the fact that I should be sleeping or at the very least trying to rest, I was awake with a mind racing over all the uncertainties in my immediate future. The most unavoidable of my thoughts centered on the ghost of Hernando De Soto and our pending showdown. Like some old west gunfight, we were going to have it out in a park nearby … my very own O.K. Corral. The real question was my fate. Was I an Earp, Clanton, or McLaury? Personally, I wanted to be Holliday, because he had that cool mystique about him. Maybe, I could do the “I’m your huckleberry” line instead of my earlier line. Although, the part about him dying from rotted out organs didn’t appeal to me so much. The prize in all this wasn’t control of cattle trade and mining rights in southwest Arizona. No, it was my body, and I had no intentions of bringing it along. “To the victor go the spoils,”
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