Forsaken - An American Sasquatch Tale (4 page)

No problem. If needed to, she would. She listened to the sound of her own breathing. In, out. And something else. She cocked her head and watched the light try to hypnotize her.

The bulb swung hard again, and as it did, a shadow passed in front of it. She took a careful step backward, stopped. The noise came again, Ta…Ta…Ta, followed by a whoosh and the swinging light.

Crap. A bat had somehow found its way into the tunnel. And since she was in human form, couldn’t even bustle her way out of the situation.

“Bat, bat, come under my hat, I’ll give you a piece of bacon,” she recited a tidbit of nursery rhyme she’d learned as a girl, attempting to ward it off.

The creatures weren’t bothersome aboveground because they tended to shy away from Sasquatch. But here? She was naked and her hair hung halfway down her back. She’d heard the stories. How the critters like to nest up in your hair. Though Liberty knew better than to believe it, she shuddered. No, thank you.

She scolded herself for forgetting to put a clean robe at the entry. She’d removed it nearly a week ago to wash it in the kennel laundry, and every time she’d left work for the day, she neglected to take it with her. She’d get in the tunnel and instead of just turning around and going back for it, she’d tell herself to remember it next time. If she had the robe now, she’d at least be able to pull it up over her hair and run for the ladder.

She reached up and gathered her hair and twisted it tight into a low bun. With a hand around it to hold it in place, she started to run for the ladder. She’d lost count of the beams but was no more than twenty yards out when the bat made another pass and managed to shatter the bulb.

For the millionth time in her life, she cursed her existence. Her ancestors. Nature. A normal person didn’t have to skulk around in the dark, naked.

She steamed as she reached out her free arm and felt along the earthen wall so she wouldn’t bump into it. Nothing like a pity party to pass the time, though. Before she knew it, her boots crunched on broken glass.

Now to get into the kennel without letting the bat in, too
. She listened, didn’t hear anything, and took the opportunity to creep up the ladder. Unfortunately, she’d forgotten the light’s pull string and screamed as it snaked down her back.

“Ohmigosh, ohmigosh.” She swatted and squirmed and raced up the rungs, opened the hatch so hard it slammed against the furnace.

“Hey, are you okay? What’s going on over there?” Becky called out.

Liberty shut the hatch, kicked off her boots, and felt stupid. “There’s a bat in the tunnel and the hairy pest shattered the light bulb.” She rubbed her hand on the side of the furnace where a new dent had formed, “Shoot. Looks like I dented the furnace too.”

“Oh.” Becky giggled. “Remind me before you go and I’ll get you a new bulb from upstairs.”

“Yeah, and remind me to tell Nathaniel to fish that bat out,” Liberty pulled a new dress off a hanger and put it over her head. The Becky-supplied wardrobe always left her with a dozen dresses to choose from.

“It’s so funny that you’re scared of a harmless bat. I mean, come on, it’s just a little thing.”

“Compared to what?” Then Liberty caught her meaning, “Oh, I get it. But you forget, I’m a little thing down in the tunnel, too. Besides.” She buttoned, zipped up, slipped on shoes, and came out from behind the partition. “They get tangled in your hair and bite you with dirty mouths.”

She’d worked at the kennel for over a decade. It was the perfect environment for a Sasquatch in hiding. The in-ground level even allowed her to remain in human form.

It had been newly built when they’d moved there, and Ellie had been so grateful for her help. Thanked her every night, said she wouldn’t have been able to do it all without her. Liberty always thought she should be the one offering the gratitude. For the job, the home, the friendship. For the next best thing to normal.

It had been a hopping place, never without what Ellie referred to as “guests”—the cats and dogs they boarded, but Mitch had decided to close it after her death. He’d closed up everything after that, it seemed. His heart, his home, his mind.

When Liberty first emerged from behind the furnace, she tuned in automatically and saw Becky’s white aura as silky and shimmery as the hot pink blouse she had on.

Becky beamed, looking up from the papers on her desk. “Look at you.” She eyed the pastel linen dress she’d chosen and whistled. “Looks way better on you than it ever did on me. You are positively sexy,” she purred like one of their guests, making Liberty laugh.

Becky used to wear dresses like the one she’d just put on. When they first met, Becky told her the story of her long-ago family. She was what people around town referred to as ‘jerked-over Amish’. A term meaning she used to be Amish, then crossed over to the English side when she got older.

Becky, Mitch and Ellie were the only white auras Liberty had seen. True to her mother’s vision, she’d found each one of them trustworthy. Sarah had neglected, however, to mention the auras would be assigned to humans. Nevertheless, Becky and the Montgomery's had been good to her and Nathaniel, and for a time, Sage. They’d become her family and a link to the world she longed to be a part of.

Liberty looked down at herself in the hand-me-down linen dress and said, “You know damn well this wasn’t yours. I bet you haven’t stepped foot in a dress like this since you left home.”

Becky had run off at sixteen, convinced her parents were hiding something since they clearly, according to Becky, sucked at Amish life. She drove past their old house a few years later. Saw the place was boarded up, the yard overgrown with goldenrod and thistle, and the mailbox nowhere in sight. No wonder they hadn’t returned her letters.

Becky snickered. “Don’t make a wager with the daughter of a high-stakes gambler.” She winked, made a gun out of her hand, and pretended to fire it at Liberty. “You’ll lose every time.”

Becky laughed, the sound hearty from a woman so slight. Becky’s features were delicate. Her nose, eyes, mouth, and even ears, were doll-sized. Topping it all off was short, spiky, blond hair.

“Oh, wait.” Becky stopped laughing. “Before I forget, Mitch said when you arrived I was to tell you he wanted to see you right away.”

Mitch was one of the reasons Liberty left the cavern in spite of her guests. There was no doubt the anniversary weighed heavy on his heart, Liberty knew it did on hers. “Yeah, you remember what’s coming up don’t you?”

Becky nodded. “Hard not to, right? I sat with him for a bit after he ate his dinner. We shared a few stories.”

Becky loved Ellie, too. It’d be hard to find anyone who didn’t. Becky said Ellie was like everyone’s mom, and Liberty agreed. When Ellie died it felt almost the same as when she’d lost her own.

“What’s he like today?” Liberty asked, trying to prepare herself. The cancer had progressed rapidly the past couple of months. Used to be you’d never know he was being eaten alive. Now, the disease had started to gnaw away on the exterior. Nipped at him a little at a time.

“All in all, I’d say pretty good. He’s coughed up some phlegm, but other than that…” Becky didn’t seem to know what else to say.

Liberty gestured toward the shaft. “Guess I’ll go then?”

“Oh.” Becky remembered. “Need me to get the bulb?”

Liberty contemplated it, then shook her head. “I think I’ll be all right. At least I’m dressed now.” She took a quick look around for an article to cover her head with, settled on one of the animal’s–thankfully clean—bath towels.

“Okay then,” Becky said with a sigh, pushing herself away from the office desk. “I’ll meet you over there.” She turned and headed for the stairs to the upper level.

Becky always took the high road to the farmhouse. As far as Liberty knew, she’d never been down in the bypass.

Liberty opened her mouth to ask if she wanted to come with. The bat would more than likely steer clear if they were together. But she closed it again at the sight of Becky’s footwear when she got up from the desk.

Becky was an impractical dresser, she’d said so herself, blamed it on her suppressive childhood, and today proved to be no exception. She had on a pair of shiny brown boots that began above her knee and ended in what looked to be five inches of rebel spike.

Liberty shook her head. No matter how much she dreamed of being human, she’d never wear those. They looked painful and Liberty imagined it’d be like trying to pick her way around the woods with a thorn stuck in her heel.

She’d let Becky get a head start. Liberty stood on her tippy toes and watched Becky through the windows set high up in the basement walls.

Exiting the kennel’s first floor entrance, Becky paused under the security light, looked up to the dark sky, and then dipped her head a little in an attempt to evade the sprinkles coming down. Becky made her way toward the farmhouse at what she would probably say was ‘a good clip.’

Liberty would say it was like watching a turtle jog.

Chapter Two

Mitch’s bedroom was located on the lower-level of the farmhouse, at the end of a short hallway off the rec room. After Ellie had died, he’d taken his son’s old room.

Liberty and Becky discussed it between themselves once and figured the separation must be too painful, too powerful in the master bedroom. So if he chose to stay in another room, it was like he didn’t have to face it.

The location was convenient. At least she and Nathaniel were able to visit without Mitch, sick as he was, attempting to make it down the cellar stairs. He couldn’t now, anyway.

Liberty crossed the threshold of the room and stopped short of the bed. Her breath caught. Only a month ago, Mitch had looked strong and healthy. Now he lay there sunken and pale, last year’s flower wilted on the vine.

His once bright, white aura was now milky, dull, and streaked with gray. His eyes moved under closed lids and she guessed he dreamed of better days.

She took a deep breath and the sweet scent of honeysuckle beneath the thick chlorine disinfectant calmed her. Smoothing the pleats on her dress, Liberty paused for a moment before crossing the room and pulling up a bedside chair. The old wood creaked as she sat and Mitch opened his eyes.

“Liberty? That you?”

She slid her hand across the blanket and rested it on his leg. “Yeah, it’s me. How do you feel today?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and scrunched up his face as though he experienced a sharp pain. Liberty made a face, too, felt her stomach twist to see him in obvious discomfort.

He finally let out a ragged breath. “Fair enough.”

She looked toward the door jamb where Becky was leaning. Liberty raised her eyebrows. This was a good day?

Becky shrugged as if to say,
He looked good a minute ago.

Liberty leaned in closer so he wouldn’t have to strain to see her. “Becky said you haven’t slept well the last couple of nights.”

“I get enough.”

She reached for his hand, noticed the bracelet he never removed. One half of the match set he and his wife wore in place of wedding bands. Even though he appeared to have lost quite a bit of weight, the wavy silver band fit as snug as ever.

“I’ve been thinking about your Ellie since I woke up. I wanted to tell you I’m really sorry she’s not here with you.”

“Thank you.” His hand tightened around hers. “She loved you like a daughter, you know.”

Liberty scolded herself as her eyes stung, fighting back the tears. “Well, that’s good,” she said with a warm smile, “because I came to think of her like a second mother.

Is there anything I can get you? To help make you more comfortable?” He’d refused the narcotics the hospice nurse offered. Said it left him loopy. At most he’d have ibuprofen, though the nurse said it was like putting a Band-Aid on a severed leg at this point. Even in these late stages, he still worried he’d miss something.

He shook his head, swallowed his pain. “My comp—” He started to cough and gestured toward the nightstand on the opposite side of the bed.

Liberty stood to get his laptop, but Becky beat her to it.

“Here you go, Mitch.” Becky set the computer on a pillow next to him.

When the fit subsided, Mitch opened his eyes again, letting Becky prop another pillow behind him so he could work the laptop. He looked at Liberty, pressing a few buttons. “There’s something I wanted to show you and Nathaniel, but since he’s not here, I’ll show it to you.”

Liberty watched him, lost. Nathaniel might have learned the basics with the computer, but she’d never had to.

Becky excused herself, “I’ll be in the kennel if you need me.”

Liberty gave her a quick wave as she left. She released a breath, leaning around to see what Mitch had on the screen. “Okay, what am I looking at?”

“I’ve been working on a little slideshow. It’d have gotten done sooner, but I’ve not had a lot of good days as of late.” He shrugged. “Guess today’s as good as any.”

She patted his leg. “Hey, no problem, seeing how I didn’t know you were doing it anyway. Actually, I don’t think I know what a slideshow even is.”

“This.” He tapped a couple more buttons and a picture appeared of Ellie and Liberty in the canning cellar, a very young Sage playing on the floor at their feet. He turned the laptop a little so Liberty could see better.

“Holy cow, Mitch. I’d forgotten these.” Liberty had some pictures of Sage, thanks to Ellie, but she’d never thought to ask Mitch to look through theirs. There were so many.

How could she have forgotten? The tears flowed freely, her eyes glued to the screen, afraid to blink. She watched and pointed, laughed at a few. Before it was over, Mitch started to talk again.

“Ellie and I, we owe you and Nathaniel so much.”

Liberty looked up from the slideshow, so he pressed a button to pause it.

“Us? We are the ones who are grateful to you for letting us stay here. And allowing us to be part of your lives.” She meant it.

They’d kept to themselves for the most part. She and Nathaniel were self-sufficient in a lot of ways. But, other than Gabriel, Katie, Adrian, and Becky, for almost fourteen years, the Montgomery’s had been all they had.