Sins Of The Father
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the bare soles of jade's feet crossed hot sand like burning coals in a heathen ritual. And now, by no more ghostly than human, he wore his Catanha shed across the back of a robe, wider than snow flashing spurs drew him. Damned birds think they could wait a few hours. Sylvester Hammersmith swallowed what Speedy had left in his mouth and squinted at the man who appeared from a sudden ripple of light. Or maybe just a mirage. Them engines do it proper. Stick it to win. And Helen, Poor, sweet molasses all over. Not the Christians. They got no sense of fairness. He kicked it. Another buzzer that dropped to the scorched earth. Too close for his liking. Jade halted like a dry gust of wind, the hem of his robe shifting forward as if intending to continue onward. Don't you even think about taking my snake skins, Mister, I ain't going to meet the Good Lord without my boots on. You cannot take them with you. Jay watched the man. You will enter your second life as a spirit. Sylvester almost gagged. Second life, huh? J dropped into a Chinaman's squat. His hairless symmetrical had gleaming beneath the sun. What have you done to deserve this punishment? So vaster grunted, shifting against the iron stakes driven into the ground through his blood caked forearms. Even the smallest movement initiated shivers of agony. Let's just say they thought hanging was too good for me. They Arroyo Seco, just a couple of miles east you are from this town was till I got too friendly with the preacher's daughter. Sylvester snickered and nearly choked. Got any water on you? I have only what I carry by that he meant the sword. Have you lived there long? Oh, my life. Sylvester licked at his parched lips. Shadows flickered across his chapped face is the carry and follow circled lazily overhead. You would know if someone new came into town like you, Jade Almost smile. An older man, a wiser man. Once Sylvester scrunched up his son ravaged face and thought, eyes darting to jade scabbard. What kind of sore did he have in there? He was unlike any China men Sylvester ever seen before Or White man, for that matter. He wasn't truly albino. His eyes weren't pink. They were black. Is star forgot night Sylvester cleared his throat. Maybe I did. He owe you something? He gave me life. The stranger stood and gazed into the distance. Apparently the interview is over. Wait. Now Sylvester squirmed, trying not to wriggle his arms against the stakes, kicking out with his boots to flicker light from the spurs across Jade stoic face. How about you spring me from this death trap and I'll see about helping you? Is your father your after that? It you will not survive. How is that? You would bleed to death if I freed you. Jade reached for his sword ending you now would be far more compassionate. I'll be the judge of that. One of the spikes ripped against his arm and he cried out. His blood bubbled forth. You want my help or not? J drew his sword in a single ringing movement, whipping it upward to gleam over Sylvester in the harsh so night to leave you like this would not be right. A deep sorrow haunted his voice as if this moment were some long awaited test of his resolve. You put that thing away and I'll tell you what I know. Do you want your suffering to end? I'd rather have another chance of living, and it's all the same to you. J dipped his head and thought. Then he struck with the blade. Sylvester cringed, expecting to feel its slice into his throat and lift the head from his shoulders. He remembered as a boy seeing a decapitated chicken scrambling around the barnyard like the devil himself was clawing at its insides. But the blade struck deep into the sand at arm's length, digging and sweeping upward, tearing the railroad spike free from Sylvester's left arm. He screamed as it arc. Tup, in a way with a trail of crimson blood, gushed like fresh struck oil. Have you seen him? Jade said To Sylvester's years. The stranger's voice came garbled as the sky swirled like a pinwheel. A man from another world would stand out, Jade said. Another world, The spike on Sylvester's right arm, released its hold and blood ruptured Fourth. He couldn't see anything close to straight. His lights flashed before his eyes. You may have lost sight of his path become prey to his darker nature. Living in the past would have become his present. He may have for gotten his true self. What kind of gibberish Sylvester's own voice echoed for miles away. You say you have lived in Arroyo Seco all your life? Yeah, and tell me about your boyhood. Sylvester struggled to unearth a single childhood memory. His mind had blanked. Not surprising considering the circumstances. I'm dying here. I offered you compassion, yet you clung to this life. Now it slips from your grasp. Sylvester squinted up into the light. Who are you? Your prized creation. Sent to stop you from unraveling the universe. The man in white plunged his blade into Sylvester's breast. Jade wiped his sword clean on the dead man sweat stained shirt and slipped the Catanha into its scabbard. His pale hand shut Sylvester's eyes with care. Rest in peace, Father Jade whispered. He sat cross legged, as still is a cigar. Oh, beside the corpse, and he dispatched every hungry buzzard that approached. When night fell, he stood under a starlit sky and hoisted Sylvester's body over his shoulder. The time had come to leave this crimson stained sand behind Jade activated the plug behind his year. A ripple of temporal energy yawned before him, and he entered its radiance, returning to a more advanced time in an infinitely different world. Yet only one of many, thanks to Dr Sylvester Hammer Smith's foolish trips into the past