Dean woke
around 5:30 p.m. There had been no call
from either Sam or Garth. He smacked his
lips and rubbed his sleep filled eyes.
Yawning, he sat up on the side of his bed and looked at the clock in
surprise. He seldom slept that long.
It took a
few minutes to remember where he was and he checked his phone in case he had
somehow not heard it ring. There were no
voice mails from either of the two men.
He began to worry.
The older
hunter took a quick shower and dressed.
He called his brother and the phone went to voice mail. Garth’s number did the same thing. He walked outside and saw the Impala was
parked out in front. Garth’s vehicle was
nowhere in sight.
He walked
over to the restaurant and entered. The
place grew quiet when he walked in.
Stopping at the door, the young man noted all the stares and decided to
find somewhere else to eat.
Walking outside, Dean
headed to his baby and drove to India’s.
The place was closed. Sighing, the
man wondered if there was anywhere else he could get a meal. He drove to the local store and asked. The Hispanic woman at the register told him about
the Lodge in the Basin at Big Bend National Park.
As he headed that way, he
saw the turnoff for the ghost town.
Thinking about Sam and Garth, the hunter decided he’d better check on
them first. Turning right onto the road,
he saw Garth’s vehicle coming towards him.
He pulled over and waited.
Garth rolled down his
window. Dean asked about getting no
answer on the phones.
“They barely work half the
time around here, Dean,” Sam responded.
“Okay, well, what did you
find out?” the older brother asked.
“We’re going to go eat and
we can talk there,” the taller man replied.
“I’m not eating
there. They all got quiet and stared at
me,” Dean growled, giving Garth an angry look.
“Hey, Dude, it got her
away from you,” the smaller man argued.
“Yeah, well, now I’m the
entertainment in town,” the hunter snarled.
“I’m going to Big Bend and the Basin.
They got a nice restaurant up there.
Follow me.”
The two vehicles headed to
the national park and drove for a while as the drive went further into the
barren wilderness of the park. They
finally turned onto the road that went to the Basin. Dean slowed way down as the road had sharp
curves. He could look to the right and
see drop offs.
They finally pulled into
the Basin and walked to the Lodge. All
three men were surprised at how nice the place was. Dean saw the steak on the menu, and the
waitress was an attractive redhead with a wonderful personality. He smiled.
Garth had a chicken dish
and Sam ordered the soup and salad bar.
Dean watched the waitress. Sam
followed his gaze.
“She’s wearing a wedding
ring, Man,” he murmured.
“I know, but I can admire
her, Sammy,” the older brother smiled.
“Dude, we have a
Trickster,” Sam murmured, noting the shock on his brother’s face.
“Aw, come on! Gabriel’s dead!” he hissed.
“There can be more than
one, Dude,” came the harsh whisper.
“Son of a bitch!”
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