Rise of the Death Walkers (The Circle of Heritage Saga) Read Free Page B

slammed him against the wall again and I grinned as a trail of wet started to show on Roger’s jeans. My grandfather dropped him and turned back to me with a grin on his face. As he got in the truck he said in a low voice to me. “And that, Pasche, is how you scare the piss out of a white weasel.”
    I had a satisfied smile on my face as we turned around and drove out of the long driveway that led from the main highway to the place which had been, for a short time, my new home outside of Massena. As we reached the main road and turned toward the reservation, I realized that my old life was behind me. I knew that I was on the path to my new life and a brighter future. I would be learning more about my heritage and, little did I know, I would learn that my life was pre-planned and that I had a destiny to fulfill.
     

Chapter 3 - One with Nature
    September fourth nineteen seventy nine dawned as a perfect late summer day in northern New York. The sun crept into the sky casting beams of light that reflected off the pond behind my grandfather’s house and directly into the small room I had. I could see the glorious sweep of green when I looked out the small window at the end of my room. The forest invited me to come and find all of the secrets that lay buried within. The past couple of weeks had been an intense time for me with my grandfather. I slept with visions of every creature in the forest running through my head. It was, as my grandfather had put it, “time for me to become one with nature.” Looking around the yard that my grandfather had, I had to admit he was not one to encroach on nature very much. The woods came right up to his place. They only left a strip around his house that was wide enough to place a few lawn chairs. It allowed just enough space for a fire pit. My grandmother used it for outdoor cooking during the spring and summer seasons. I had not been aware of just how much I had changed during the summer until a chance meeting with an acquaintance from Junior High. My mind wandered and I thought back to the meeting.
    Diane Kirsty was a very good looking girl who I’d been fond of during the full two years I’d been in the school with her. She had dark brunette hair that she kept impeccably neat. It flowed over her designer shirts with the precision of a Swiss watch. I’d thought she wasn’t even aware that I existed until I had a chance meeting with her in the Ames department store in Massena.
    My grandmother had sent me and my grandfather to shop for some items she needed at the house. Grandfather Sam was off somewhere flirting with one of the sales women in the outdoors department. I’d seen the woman myself and to me, she was nothing special. I think it was due to the fact that she had buck teeth that stuck out so far she could have probably eaten watermelon through a picket fence without a problem.
    I was looking on the shelves pricing things when out of nowhere this musical voice distracted my attention.
    “Hello Jason.”
    I turned my head toward her and was surprised I had to look down at her.
    She trailed her fingers down the skin of my arm in a very distracting manner. “You’ve certainly developed during the summer.”
    I was surprised she even knew my name.
    “Hello Diane, how are you doing today?” It was inevitable, given the fact my voice was in the process of changing, that I squeaked like a mouse when I spoke to her.
    I was distracted by what she was doing to my arm.
    “I‘ve been under the impression I wasn’t good enough for you to talk to me.”
    She laughed when I said this. Her voice sounded like swinging chimes in a gentle wind. “I couldn’t talk to you at school because that wouldn’t have been proper.” She continued to move her hands in a very distracting way. I had turned toward her when she had first spoken to me. Now she let her finger trail up and down on the front of my t-shirt.
    I looked at her and could see that her face had lost some of the childhood