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Chapter Thirteen

ROSWELL

            John peered at Myrna over his menu. “I suppose you want your usual low calorie fish dinner.”

            “Not this time, Mr. Know it All,” she said with a tinkling laugh. “I want a big steak with all the trimmings. I need lots of calories for the adventure we’re going on. We’re not spring chickens any more you know. Climbing and hiking is something we haven’t done in a while.”

            “Maybe we could rent an SUV or something and save ourselves at least some of that exercise.” John smiled back and motioned to the waiter he was ready to order. He knew most UFO buffs hung out at Denny’s so to avoid them he had deliberately selected this particular restaurant. The décor boasted plants and indoor trees against beige walls. The waiters wore dress pants and white shirts and the customers seemed to be more subdued and well dressed than most of the other restaurants in town. He knew Myrna would enjoy it.

            Their waiter was a pudgy young man of about thirty. He took their orders and made sure they had everything they needed while they waited for their meal then went on to see to the needs of diners at the next table.

            “I haven’t even thought about UFOs since the last time we were here,” Myrna seemed puzzled. “Why do you suppose that is, John? What about you? Have you thought about that time at all?”

            “It is a mystery. I haven’t thought about it either, not until Paul Schultz talked to me, then it all came back in a flood as he talked. Strange huh?” He got out his Sherlock Holmes pipe and lit up as he waited for his meal.

            “Poor Paul.” Myrna’s eyes misted. “Such a dear man. He really had a hard life. Wish we could have been there for him.”

            “He wanted to keep us out of it to keep us safe.”

            “I know. He really was a hero, wasn’t he?”

            “What is sad is no one will ever know except us.”

            The waiter who had been hovering just behind them disappeared and came back wheeling their meals to the table and set them up. They waited in silence until he finished. He then cleared his throat and spoke. “I know Paul Schultz. I’m a UFO investigator when I’m not working here. Would it be all right if I took my break and sat with you folks? I’d like to hear more about what happened to him.”

            They stared at him in surprise, speechless for a moment until Myrna broke the silence. “By all means, please do. Any friend of Paul’s is a friend of ours.”

            He smiled and left to report he was going on break.

            “Myrna, my love, do you think it wise to talk to this stranger?”

            “What can it hurt? Perhaps he knows something we don’t. He might know where we could rent an SUV and get the equipment we need. We’ll have to include someone in this area eventually.”

            John sighed and rubbed his scar absently. “I suppose you’re right.”

            “I’m always right, John.” Myrna giggled her soft tinkling titter. “Right now I’m going to tackle this wonderful steak.” She proceeded to cut and put a big chunk of steak in her mouth. She leaned back with a look of contentment as she chewed.

            Not to be outdone, John did the same. Perhaps the danger to themselves was exaggerated. This could be a great adventure. After all they had never talked about it to anyone. Paul had done enough talking for all of them. He still wondered about telling this waiter. How did they know he could be trusted?

            The waiter appeared with a salad and crackers for himself and sat down at their table.

“It’s good of you to let me do this. I lost contact with Paul when he left Roswell. I have been wondering whatever became of him.

“By the way I should introduce myself. My name is Sydney Austin.”

            John took another bite of steak and chewed thoughtfully before he spoke. He lowered his voice to make sure he was not overheard and related the story of how he found Paul.

            Sydney put his fork down and remained quiet for a moment. “I am very saddened by the news, but not surprised. He told everyone at his meetings that something like this might happen, but what a horrible way to die. So are you folks here to investigate who might have killed him?”

            John and Myrna exchanged glances. John took a sip of coffee and began talking. “We already have an idea as to who and what. We just don’t know where they are and not sure how to fight them. We also have some things we promised Paul we would do. I have a feeling that once we look into the things he wanted us to do these people will find us.”

            Myrna broke in. “Mr. Austin, do you a believe in a God who controls all things when asked. I have to know that before we divulge any more.”

            “Absolutely. That’s why I have a store across from the UFO museum called Alien Resistance. I also have a couple of Websites. I’ve even written a book on the subject of UFOs and who they are and what they want. My next book will be on the Nephilim and who they are.”

            “What the blankety-blank are Nephilim?” John asked.

            Myrna scowled at him as she always did when he swore.

            “The word itself means ‘men who came down from the sky.’ They were the angels spoken of in Genesis who fornicated with human women.”

            “Yes. Paul spoke of them and so did another friend of ours,” Myrna said. “We just never heard the word, Nephilim. The meaning is quite appropriate. What we are here to investigate has a lot to do with them and UFOs as well.”

            “We need to get to the Capitan Mountains,” John added. “Happen to know where we could rent an SUV and get some climbing equipment and camping stuff?”

            “I have an SUV and would be willing to supply the equipment as well, if you let me go with you. I even know where we could rent some horses when we get there to cut down on the walking.”

            “This has to be a God thing,” Myrna smiled happily.

            “Yeah, right,” John growled thinking about his last try at horseback riding.

            “Meet me at my store tomorrow morning at nine or so and I’ll have everything ready for us. I’ve wanted to do something like this for a long time. Just didn’t know where to start.

            “Got to get back to work.” Sydney jumped up and took his empty dishes with him returning to pick theirs up as well. His steps were animated and face flushed with excitement in anticipation of the next days events.

XXX

            Myrna got off her sweating horse and rubbed her behind as she moaned in pain. John and Sydney did the same.

            “I don’t know which is worse, blisters on the posterior or the feet.”

            John looked at her and grinned. “You don’t walk on your posterior. We will all feel better once we get going. We aren’t too far from that steep narrow path that goes almost straight up to the cliff edge.”

            “Lead the way, John. From here on out it’s your show.” Sydney gathered their gear and handed each one their back packs. “I’m still not sure what we’re looking for. You two haven’t exactly been very informative.”

            John looked at the younger man’s pudgy figure doubtfully. He hoped the man could make the climb up the path. He figured Sydney’s age would to his advantage and his own more muscular build was his advantage. That made them about equal…maybe. He knew Myrna’s strong will and determination would makeup for anything she lacked in muscle.

            “You’ll find out soon enough. We’re kind of taking this one step at a time ourselves. What happened here happened a long time ago. We don’t even remember it all.”

            “It comes back in bits and pieces,” Myrna confirmed. “Every step we take brings a little more memory back so bear with us, OK?”

            They continued through the thick undergrowth and forest toward the narrow path. It was early morning and the ground was still wet with dew with the smell of pine, cedar and other growing things filling the warm air. Scurrying feet could be heard as they disturbed bushes and loose rocks along the way. Birds warbled in all directions. It seemed to be a perfect late spring day.

            They were at the base of a mountain or so it appeared. Sweat had already popped out on their brows as the upward incline became steeper. They had to pull on bushes and trees to stay on their feet. The backpacks added to their efforts.

            “Here it is,” John shouted. He was panting with effort. “Shall we stop a minute to catch our breath?”

            They all nodded in agreement as they leaned over holding their knees until their breathing became more even. They each drank some water from their canteens and proceeded on. The path veered sharply to the right then seemed to go almost straight up.

            Myrna gasped. “I don’t remember it being this steep!”

            John chuckled breathlessly. “Thirty years ago nothing looked too steep. There’s more undergrowth now. We’ll have to grab trees and bushes to help pull us. I doubt the climbing gear will be helpful on this loose stuff. Try to step close to the bushes where it is packed a little tighter.

            Sydney just grunted as he struggled behind Myrna. They all climbed soundlessly except for the puffing sounds of their breath and loose rocks dislodging and cascading down behind them.

             Just above there was a new sound, the sobs of a child.

 They moved a little faster until the path finally leveled out. The sobbing grew louder. Nothing could be seen through the thick forest. The trees were so dense and tall they blocked out much of the light. Following the sound they found a little girl just barely discernible in the dim light.

She appeared to be about eight years old with long blond curls tucked up in a white bonnet. Her long dress and what could be seen of her shoes were from a long gone period. The sleeves were torn and fresh scratches were still bleeding.

Myrna got on her knees and looked up into the child’s face. “What a pretty little girl you are,” she cooed soothingly. “What is your name?”

The girl rubbed her eyes smearing a little more dirt on her pale face. “My name is Selena. Who are you?”

“I’m Myrna, and this is my husband, John”, she said pointing to each,  “and our friend, Sydney. What are you doing here, child? Where are your parents?” Myrna regretted she and John had never had children. How she had longed to have a child in her arms and someone to carry on their name.

The girl began sobbing again. Myrna gathered her into her arms. “Shhh, shhh. It will be all right.”

“I’m lost. I want my mommy! Can you help me find my mommy?”

John stepped forward and squatted down next to them. Selena shrunk back and buried her head against Myrna’s shoulder. “I’m not going to hurt you, Selena.” John patted her awkwardly. “Can you tell us which direction you came from so we can help you find your mommy?”

Sydney rummaged through his backpack and brought out a flashlight and shone the beam on the path behind Myrna and the girl. Only a few broken bushes marked where Selena might have been.

“I don’t remember,” she sobbed. “I was in my yard chasing a ball then I was in a cave. When I came out I was here. Some bad men with a noisy machine cut down a big tree and I ran away. I was afraid they might hurt me. Now I can’t find the cave anymore.”

Myrna and John exchanged knowing glances. The Cave. She had been in their cave.

With flashlights helping them they led Selena in the direction they supposed the cave to be pushing their way through the thick brush single file.

Sydney followed nervously glancing behind from time to time. Finally he cleared his throat and spoke in a loud whisper. “Hey guys. I think we’re being followed.”

“Not again.” John grumbled. “Selena, did those bad men see you when you came out of the cave?”

“No, sir. I hid and then ran. They finished with the tree then went to other places and I could hear their machine again. I think they were cutting down more trees…but I saw some other men. They looked mean and were dressed in black. It seemed like they were looking for something. They never saw me cause I stayed real quiet.”

“Smart girl.” John patted her on the head.

“Lot of traffic in these woods. By looking you’d think we had the whole area to ourselves. I know the forestry service occasionally cuts down dead trees and plants new ones, but who could those other guys be?” Sydney wondered.

“I hope they are not the same ones from last time,” Myrna said. “They really were ‘mean,” meaner than this child could ever imagine.”

“And that’s the understatement of the year, those blankety-blank low-lifes.” John commented as he continued to push his way through the underbrush toward a large dead tree that had recently been felled. “I think we have found our cave and this huge tree has it completely blocked.”

Myrna heaved a big sigh of disappointment. “You know what that means. Now we will have to use that climbing gear for sure. I think I’m getting a little too old for this.”

“I’m not looking forward to it either.” John grumbled.

“Do you two mind telling me what you’re are talking about?” Sydney had just caught up with them still glancing over his shoulder.

“The entrance to our cave is blocked. We’ll have to go down the cliff again,” John said,” to get to it from the other side.”

“I’m scared.” Selena began to cry again.

“Don’t worry, honey. We’ll get you down safely. The cave has another entrance. It’s just a little harder to get to.” Myrna hugged her.

“At least we do have climbing gear this time.” John looked at Sydney who had suddenly gone pale. “What’s wrong, Syd?”

“How fast can we get down there. I know someone is behind us and it’s making me very nervous.”

“Don’t we have a rope chair or something? We can lower the girl in it. All of us could use it for that matter. We’ll have to worry about our ‘friend or friends’ later. Right now we need to get this girl back to her parents.” John motioned them all to dig out their gear and they started to work. Selena watched curiously.

“If I remember right, we just have to go a few paces in that direction.” Myrna pointed to her left and this time she led the way through the thick forest that opened suddenly to the cliff edge.

Tying one end of the rope to a tree they maneuvered the rope chair over the edge of the cliff and helped Serena into it. For the first time since they had found her she laughed as she was lowered down the cliff. “This is fun.”

XXX

They all stared around them in shock. John couldn’t believe his eyes. “Look at this. Someone destroyed the hole below the boulder. Looks like they used dynamite.”

“Hey did this valley always look like this?” Syd pointed to various large holes. “Looks like a mining operation or something.”

Myrna stared. “My God. There are holes everywhere. What were they looking for?”

“The black box, maybe?” John scratched his scar absently while Selena sat on a nearby boulder waiting for them to continue on.

“What black box? Hey, you two have been real secretive. How about letting me in on this. I thought we were looking for a crashed UFO.”

“We are, but we’re also looking for … other things as well.” John started in the direction of the other cave entrance. The small stream that had been there thirty years before had dried up to a barely discernible trickle due to fires and droughts in recent years, but it still served well as a direction finder.

“Are we going to find my mommy?”

“That’s where we’re going right now. We need to hurry before those men following us see where we’re going.” Myrna led Selena close behind the two men glancing nervously upward toward the cliff edge for signs of those who trailed them.

“It’s going to get dark soon.” Syd observed looking toward the sinking sun and deepening shadows.

“Good. We’ll be harder to see. Hug the cliff side. We’re almost there.” John was remembering more and more as they traveled.

XXX

John led them on circuitous routes pretending to be looking for the cave entrance.

“What are you doing, John?” Myrna asked. “You know the way.”

“Stalling for time. I figure if we go in all directions and leave plenty of stuff to indicate where we’ve been, we might throw them off our tail. We can wait until it’s dark and use the night vision glasses to get there. We can just camp here for a while and eat a few sandwiches before we go on.”

“Eat now, hike later. I like the idea.” Sydney found a piece of a log to sit on and broke out the sandwiches and canteens.

“I’ll bet you’re really hungry, Selena.” Myrna handed the girl a sandwich and got out the first aid kit to tend to the scratches on her arms and face.

Selena just nodded as she sat on the ground next to Sydney and tore into the sandwich. “I’m awful thirsty, too.”

Myrna got out a carton of fruit juice and handed it to her. The girl looked puzzled as she tried to open it. Myrna smiled and opened it for her. “We tend to take our modern conveniences for granted. I forgot you haven’t seen anything quite like this.”

“Modern? What does that mean, Miss Myrna?”

Myrna looked at her thoughtfully and decided not to tell the child anymore than she absolutely needed to know. She changed the subject. “Let me see one of your arms. I have some medicine to help those scratches heal.”

John busied himself getting the night vision glasses out while he nibbled on a sandwich. “It will be dark soon. We can leave in a half hour I would guess.”

Sydney polished off his second sandwich. “That sounds about right.”

XXX

Using their night vision glasses they climbed the ten feet up to the cave entrance. Once safely inside the glowing floor of the cave gave them all the light they needed. There had been no sign of their followers

“This is amazing,” Sydney said as he examined the glowing floors. “What kind of technology is this? I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“We don’t know for sure.” John stated. “Paul and another friend think it was from some ancient civilization on Earth. I know the general public thinks UFOs have all the great technology, but sometimes I wonder if it’s a ‘which came first the chicken or the egg?’ kind of question. I have studied ancient civilizations in college and it has continued to be a hobby of mine so I’m inclined to think some ancient civilization from here created it. What do you think, Myrna?”

“From what we saw when we came here before, I think you are right. I keep remembering more as we go along. It’s so strange that we forgot all this for so many years.  Come on let’s get to that cavern and see if everything is still there.” She started down the narrow tunnel leading away from the mouth of the cave with the others following.

As they approached the tunnel that veered to the right opening into the cavern, Selena tugged on Myrna’s hand and pointed to the left. “That’s where my mommy is, Miss Myrna.”

“Are you sure, honey? That tunnel is so narrow. It doesn’t look like it really goes anywhere.”

“That’s where the funny window that’s in my backyard is.”

“We should check it out, John. We never explored any further than that big cavern last time we were here. If that stuff we found is still there it won’t go anywhere while we explore this other tunnel.”

John nodded his agreement and they started down the narrower tunnel going single file with Selena leading the way this time.

Sydney was puffing to catch his breath. “What is in that cavern you keep talking about?” he asked between puffs.

“Did you ever see that Ragsdale version of the Roswell crash at the UFO museum?” He and Myrna had visited the museum fascinated at the details they found there and surprised there was a museum dedicated to a UFO crash.

“Yeah.”

“When he talked about a ruby chair he wasn’t just telling stories.” John said.

“You said you didn’t believe in UFOs.”

“I believe they are there. Just don’t believe they are as all powerful as some think. I think the military or some secret government is mixed up in it.”

“That seems to be the favorite conspiracy theory.” Sydney agreed.

Selena moved faster down the tunnel eager to find her way home. The rest were having a difficult time keeping up. Her small size was to her advantage in the low and narrow tunnel. The others had to lean over to make it through some sections.

“Are we almost there, Selena honey? This tunnel is pretty tight.”

“We are there now, Miss Myrna,” she said pointing toward what looked to be a blank wall.

“It’s a dead end,” John said. “There’s nothing there.”

“You have to get closer. Watch.” Selena walked up to the wall and pictures began forming on it. The pictures moved and shimmered showing scenes and people.

“How will you find your backyard? It shows so many scenes and what is this window?”

John and Sydney just stared in amazement as they watched the passing scenes. “I saw something like this on Star Trek once,” Sydney said. “This can’t be real.”

“Oh, it’s real all right. Wait until you see the other things in this cave.” Myrna stated. She touched Selena’s shoulder. “How will you know when it is time for you to go through to your mommy?”

“As soon as I see my backyard. I have to go real fast or I will miss it.” Through a thick forest of trees they could just make out a clearing with clothes hanging on a line and a large Victorian style house in the distance. “Mommy!” Selena screamed as she jumped through the picture on the wall. They saw her running toward the house before the scene changed.

Startled they all backed up and the wall became just a wall again. Selena was gone.

“Do you suppose she really did get home or did we just see what we wanted to see?” Myrna wondered out loud.

“We can only go by what we saw.” Sydney said. “Shall we go closer again and study those scenes. Maybe they will go back to the ancient past or into the future.”

“I don’t want to see anyone else jump through that wall. How do we know if we can get back?” John stared at the blank wall suspiciously.

“Selena did it.” Sydney stated. “If she can we can.”

“If we go through to the ancient past or even the future how could we know what we would be getting into? Something could happen to us before we could get back.” Myrna looked doubtful.

“Anything we do we have to take chances. Maybe we should take a look in the cavern before we do anything else.” John started back down the tunnel toward the room they had seen so many years before.

Sydney seemed reluctant, but followed. “We are going to check this out again, right?”

“Of course,” Myrna said. “We just want you to see the other wonders in this place before we do anything else.”

XXX

The cavern was just as they had left it as if frozen in time except the puddle of blood left by Jeremiah was now a dried stain on the floor. The ruby chair glimmered in the light from the floor. All the artifacts in the room remained untouched. They had expected to find a skeleton in the ruby chair, but the chair was empty.

XXX

“We’ve had them in our sights dozens of times. Why haven’t they been eliminated yet? The Company won’t be happy about this, Boyd.” The aging Julian looked at the still youthful Boyd with envy. How had he managed to stay so young looking? Face-lifts only go so far. Even the mans hands looked youthful. No age spots or wrinkles anywhere. It was impossible yet there he was. No amount of prodding had caused him to divulge his secret. Julian wrinkled his nose slightly. The guy smelled strange. What was that smell? It seemed familiar somehow.

Boyd glanced at his old partner with disdain. He couldn’t understand why the Company had teamed him up with this idiot again after all these years. The man was incapable of intelligent thought. Boyd loved killing, too, but it had to be with finesse, not just with guns blazing like something out of an old cowboy movie.

“Don’t you remember, you stupid idiot? No one could ever figure out how they got out of this canyon. The best trackers in this country never found them. It’s our job to find out how they disappeared the first time and to get our hands on that black box. I want the whole package, not just their lives. That will just be the icing on the cake.”

“Don’t be calling me an idiot. They got away from you, too.” Julian brushed a spring of white hair up into his camouflaged cap. They were both dressed like combat ready troops with backpacks, weapons and camouflaged uniforms. His face was seamed with deep wrinkles. Only his menacing cold blue eyes seemed to snap with youthful alertness.

Boyd heaved a big sigh as they hunkered down behind a stand of trees opposite the cave entrance.

Julian shuddered at the sudden puff of alien air that came out of Boyd. What was that? He could not place it. There was something different about his old partner besides his age, but he could not quite put his finger on it.

“We saw them go up that canyon wall and disappear. Now it’s our turn.” Boyd laughed without humor. “They thought they could elude us by using night vision glasses. I wonder if they really thought they were they only ones who could play that game? Since it’s still dark we can use ours and scale that area where we saw them go up. Think you’re up to it, old man?” Boyd chuckled.

Julian ignored the reference to his age and got out his communications equipment. “We’d better let the others know where we are in case something goes wrong.”

“Suit yourself. I’m not wasting any more time.” Boyd got up and headed for the bottom of the canyon wall where they had seen their prey disappear.

Julian radioed in their location and what they were going to do and followed. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. He sensed another presence. He thought he saw a strange form out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned to get a better look, it disappeared. He caught up with Boyd. “You sure we’re the only ones following these people. I could swear I just saw someone.”

“Out of the corner of your eye?”

“Yeah. How did you know?”

“They’ve been with us for quite a while. I’ll tell you about it someday…maybe. They went up the wall about here.” Boyd reached up with his hand to feel for any hand and footholds. “Try feeling around for niches in the wall.”

Julian did as he was told and found nothing. He stood on his tiptoes and reached as far as he could in a sweeping motion until his fingers felt an indentation big enough for a foot. It felt as big as a stair step. “I found something here.”

Boyd looked where Julian had his fingers. They seemed to disappear into the rock. “Interesting. Boost me up so I can see better.”

“How about you booting me up. You’re younger and stronger than I,” he said sarcastically.

Ignoring the remark he motioned for Julian to boost him. “If I find a way up I’ll pull you up after me. There has to be a way. Those fools did it.”

Reluctantly Julian boosted him up as he watched Boyd then continue up the wall with his hands and feet disappearing inside the rock. He arrived at the ledge and found the cave entrance.

Boyd threw down a small section of rope and pulled Julian to the first step.

As they entered the cave entrance the soft glow of the glassy flooring lit their way. “Just like that hole was. Wonder what kind of technology created this lighting system.” Boyd wondered out loud.

“No wonder they were never found.” Julian shook his head in wonder. “There’s no way those steps and cave entrance could be found with just eye sight. It’s a perfect camouflage. Holographic maybe?”

Boyd grunted his assent as he went further into the cave entrance with Julian trailing. He found the narrow tunnel that went steeply upward. They followed it and finally had to stoop and go single file to continue. Julian was gasping with the strain. Boyd smiled. Maybe the strain would kill the old man and wouldn’t that just be too bad?

They arrived at the large cavern without noticing the smaller tunnel that went to the left. Both were sweating. Boyd gave off such a strong odor Julian almost gagged.

“What have you got on that smells like that?” Julian gasped.

Boyd grunted and then grinned. “It is the secret of my youthful beauty, my friend.”

He swept a motioning hand to indicate the whole room. “Just look at this stuff. That chair alone must be worth a fortune. This is as good as finding King Tut’s tomb. Better maybe.”

“Where did our prey go?” Julian surveyed all the dark corners as he walked slowly about the room.”

“There has to be another way out. We would have seen them if they came out the same way they went in.” Boyd took the opposite side of the room stopping at the chair as he studied the buttons and dials curiously. “I’ve seen this writing before. It was on those ships our alien friends have. We have to find them before we do anything else. I want to study this stuff later before we tell the Company about it. We can’t let the knowledge of this place leave with them.”

“Do you think the Company knows about any of this stuff?”

“Only about the black box. We keep this to ourselves for now. I want to know what it is first. Now we go look for our poor unfortunate about to die prey.” He chuckled.

They followed the tunnel on the opposite side of the room until they found the blocked exit.

“They couldn’t have got out this way,” Boyd observed. “They are still in this cave somewhere. There must be another tunnel that we missed.”

As they retraced their steps back to where they had first seen the branch that led to the cavern, two shadowy figures dressed in black with pale skin and black eyes followed them silently.

Julian felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise and goose bumps break out all over his body. He could smell sulfur.   “Don’t you feel that or smell that?”

“Not important. Just concentrate on finding these idiots so we can get back to that room and check that stuff out. This is a perfect place to hide the bodies. No one will ever find them.” Boyd laughed with glee.

They finally found the narrow left tunnel. “This has to be it,” Boyd mumbled. “Wonder how far it goes.”

Julian stared at it. “It looks like an awfully tight squeeze. Worse than the one that led to the cavern.” Julian hated tight places. He’d had nightmares about being locked in tight dark places all his life. His parents had locked him in closets when he was a kid. His time in that hole had made things even worse. Back then Boyd had to knock him out a few times to stop his hysteria. That was thirty years ago. It seemed like yesterday.

“Getting nervous? Stay here if you like. I’ll be happy to do it myself.”

Julian stared at him suspiciously. He did not trust his shark eyed, smelly partner at all. In order to protect his interests he would have to go along.

Boyd started down the narrow tunnel. Julian followed close behind inhaling as shallowly as possible to avoid the chocking smell.

XXX

John, Myrna and Sydney were watching passing scenes on the back wall of the tunnel when they heard voices behind them.

“Those voices sound familiar,” John said. “Voices from the past.”

“Yes, they sound familiar to me, too.”

“Our tail has caught up with us,” Sydney said nervously. “They must have seen us go up the canyon wall.”

“Where can we hide? There’s no way out but back the way we came.” Myrna’s voice broke as she trembled. She was remembering their last encounter with these men.

“Grab hands!” John commanded.

“What?” Sydney looked startled.

Myrna suddenly knew what her husband had in mind. “Just do it, Syd,” she said as she grabbed his hand with one hand and John’s with the other.

John lunged forward pulling the others with him.

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