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salamander. He had no idea that the rock he was lifting with one hand was about 70 pounds. To him, it merely felt like it was about 5 pounds, and it wasn't because he worked out at the gym (although he did).
Jordan's right hand again started turning solid.
It was turning to stone.
He could feel it, and even in the dark, he could see it. But he was too interested in self-preservation to question the reality of what was happening. Now the panthers started slinking backwards at a faster pace, with Jordan feeling stronger and stronger.
He stopped in his tracks. The third panther was above and behind him, he could feel it.
Jordan turned around and looked up at it. It was crazy, but he knew who the panther was.
"Cephas Mandrell! Either get down here and fight me like a man, or get the fuck away from me!"
The panther on the roof stared at him for quite sometime, but it didn't budge.
"Yeah, I know it's you Cephas!" Jordan shouted. "And I know that you're beating your wife! What kind of pathetic, shit-eating stink of a man hits a woman?!"
Then, with almost no effort, Jordan heaved the heavy rock in his hand up toward the roof. The rock sailed over the roof like a meteorite, barely missing the panther, which fled the roof, dropping to the ground on the right side of the cabin.
It was a Herculean move, and Jordan shocked himself by it. How the hell had he done that? How the hell had he known he could do that?
Then Jordan's hand immediately began to gain feeling again, first tingly, then slowly but surely, it went all the way back to normal. He wiggled his fingers and flexed them. His hand had turned back to a normal flesh color, and there seemed to be no residual after-effect.
The panthers were gone. They had fled, because they realized what th ey were up against, even though Jordan himself didn't understand at all what had just happened.
Jordan ended up breaking the window to get into the cabin, knowing that he would need to fix it for Kay before he left Scopes Mountain.
He tried calling Andrea, because now he really did want to talk to her about what was happening up here in this strange place. But her voicemail picked up, which meant she must have gone to sleep. And Jordan couldn't exactly leave a detailed message about what happened without freaking Andrea out.
He was pretty much freaked out himself.
He lit the wood-burning stove in the living room, knowing he wouldn't be getting much sleep that night. There had to be more moonshine around here somewhere, if Kay's stills were at this particular cabin. He checked the pantry, thinking that Kay would store it there like she did at her own home. Jordan was right. He poured himself a full glass of Sugar Fire and downed half of it in one gulp.
Kay's husband had come for him, and he had not come alone. Jordan could have died tonight. Somehow Cephas knew that Jordan was a real threat to him. And apparently, Jordan was a threat in more ways than one, since miraculously he had managed to face down three shape-shifting panthers.
Jordan had just seen skinwalkers for the very first time. This would take a while to digest. And, apparently, Jordan himself was capable of morphing into something else himself. Only, he didn't seem inclined to shift into a panther.
Instead, Jordan had a strange habit of turning into stone.
Chapter 8
Ju st before dawn, Jordan had fallen asleep in a chair, still holding an empty mason jar in his hand. When the jar slipped out of his hand and landed with a loud thud on the floor, he abruptly jerked awake.
His whole body ached from his cramped position, slumped down in the chair rather than comfortably snoozing in a bed. Before he had a chance to stand up and stretch, his cellphone already was ringing.
The Caller ID identified the incoming number as belonging to Jordan's Manager, Keith Parks.
"Mornin', Keith," Jordan answered, his voice sounding ho arse.
"Is it true what I'm hearing?
Jordan's right hand again started turning solid.
It was turning to stone.
He could feel it, and even in the dark, he could see it. But he was too interested in self-preservation to question the reality of what was happening. Now the panthers started slinking backwards at a faster pace, with Jordan feeling stronger and stronger.
He stopped in his tracks. The third panther was above and behind him, he could feel it.
Jordan turned around and looked up at it. It was crazy, but he knew who the panther was.
"Cephas Mandrell! Either get down here and fight me like a man, or get the fuck away from me!"
The panther on the roof stared at him for quite sometime, but it didn't budge.
"Yeah, I know it's you Cephas!" Jordan shouted. "And I know that you're beating your wife! What kind of pathetic, shit-eating stink of a man hits a woman?!"
Then, with almost no effort, Jordan heaved the heavy rock in his hand up toward the roof. The rock sailed over the roof like a meteorite, barely missing the panther, which fled the roof, dropping to the ground on the right side of the cabin.
It was a Herculean move, and Jordan shocked himself by it. How the hell had he done that? How the hell had he known he could do that?
Then Jordan's hand immediately began to gain feeling again, first tingly, then slowly but surely, it went all the way back to normal. He wiggled his fingers and flexed them. His hand had turned back to a normal flesh color, and there seemed to be no residual after-effect.
The panthers were gone. They had fled, because they realized what th ey were up against, even though Jordan himself didn't understand at all what had just happened.
Jordan ended up breaking the window to get into the cabin, knowing that he would need to fix it for Kay before he left Scopes Mountain.
He tried calling Andrea, because now he really did want to talk to her about what was happening up here in this strange place. But her voicemail picked up, which meant she must have gone to sleep. And Jordan couldn't exactly leave a detailed message about what happened without freaking Andrea out.
He was pretty much freaked out himself.
He lit the wood-burning stove in the living room, knowing he wouldn't be getting much sleep that night. There had to be more moonshine around here somewhere, if Kay's stills were at this particular cabin. He checked the pantry, thinking that Kay would store it there like she did at her own home. Jordan was right. He poured himself a full glass of Sugar Fire and downed half of it in one gulp.
Kay's husband had come for him, and he had not come alone. Jordan could have died tonight. Somehow Cephas knew that Jordan was a real threat to him. And apparently, Jordan was a threat in more ways than one, since miraculously he had managed to face down three shape-shifting panthers.
Jordan had just seen skinwalkers for the very first time. This would take a while to digest. And, apparently, Jordan himself was capable of morphing into something else himself. Only, he didn't seem inclined to shift into a panther.
Instead, Jordan had a strange habit of turning into stone.
Chapter 8
Ju st before dawn, Jordan had fallen asleep in a chair, still holding an empty mason jar in his hand. When the jar slipped out of his hand and landed with a loud thud on the floor, he abruptly jerked awake.
His whole body ached from his cramped position, slumped down in the chair rather than comfortably snoozing in a bed. Before he had a chance to stand up and stretch, his cellphone already was ringing.
The Caller ID identified the incoming number as belonging to Jordan's Manager, Keith Parks.
"Mornin', Keith," Jordan answered, his voice sounding ho arse.
"Is it true what I'm hearing?
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