Page 78 of A Curse On Black Lake
“You must go to bed real early because you weren’t here last night either,” Wyatt says.
Why in the world was he here last night too? Was he checking up on me?
“Alright, well, thank you for your time.”
I don’t respond.
He tips his hat and saunters out of my garden down the driveway.
“What are we missing?” I whisper.
We are not sure.The Spirits say.
“Is it him?” I ask them.
No answer.
I drop my scissors and will my hands to stop shaking. It feels like I nearly escaped my own death today.
Chapter twenty-seven
Eliana
Almostanhourlater,Killian pulls up with an empty trailer and a scowl on his face.
“You alright?” he asks.
I nod.
“Why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost, then?” he asks.
I look down, confused. I should be tan and sweaty, but Wyatt shook me, and that’s hard for me to admit to myself, let alone Killian.
Killian takes my cowboy hat off my head, and I look up at him. He’s equally sweaty, and I know we’re both tired. I don’t know how I’m still on my feet.
“Are you almost done?” he asks.
“I have almost everything harvested, but I still have to start tinctures.”
“Alright, well, let me get the goats and chickens packed up, so we can load them up and take off when you’re ready.”
“Do we need to move more cattle today?” I ask him.
“I don’t think so, but I need to check the herd.”
“I’ll hurry,” I rasp.
“What’s going on with you?” Killian asks.
It’s irksome to me that he knows something is up. I’m pretty good at hiding things, to the point Grams couldn’t always tell.
“Let me get this finished up,” I mutter and go back to snipping some lavender back for it to grow out more.
Killian grunts inaudibly and stomps away.
After I get enough lavender gathered, I carry it all inside and shake dirt and particles from all of it, inspecting each stem before I shove the oregano in the large jar full of organic vodka for a tincture.
After I’m done with the oregano, I tie the lavender up and hang it, then move on to the mint, separating it for various uses like teas and salves.
