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Bent Steeple SAMPLE by G. Wells Taylor (10 chapters)

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BENT STEEPLE

G. Wells Taylor

Copyright 2009 by G. Wells Taylor

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the written consent of the author, except where permitted by law.

Edited by Julia C. Moulton

Editorial Consultant: Katherine Tomlinson

Email: books@gwellstaylor.com

Website: www.bentsteeple.com

COMPLETE EBOOK AVAILABLE $1.99 in MULTIFORMAT at GWellsTaylor.com.

Acknowledgements:

Edward Telford M.D., C.C.F.P., for consulting on medical practice and protocol.

Constable Jeff Knights who generously shared his knowledge of police procedure.

Many thanks, gentlemen.

Cover Art Title: Bent Steeple

Concept and Design: G. Wells Taylor

Branches: Derived from "Branches." Used with the kind permission of photographer Gordon Chalmers.

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For Janet Lanctot

With respect and considered a promise kept.

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Prologue

The fire had burned down to an even orange flame when it exploded. There was a sudden cracking noise, a cloud of cinders and a fist-sized coal shot out. The missile rocketed toward Kelly and her breath caught. Before she could flinch, membranous wings clawed open, grabbed the air. The coal-now the flying thing-swooped once around her head and disappeared into the frozen night.

Her eyes followed the blur until vertigo pulled and she had to grab her knees to keep from falling off her improvised chair. The wet logs grouped by the fire made slippery furniture. Bracing her legs, she realized that the beer was getting to her-definitely; she'd have to slow down soon. Her balance was going. She chuckled and then looked across the fire at her companions. They were gaping at her.

"What?" She frowned, searching their shadowed faces. Some instinctive memory brought a hand up. She swatted the air in front of her. "What?"

"Holy shit, sweetie!" her boyfriend Randy howled. "You must be wasted!" He laughed. "That bat almost took your eyes out!"

"What bat?" Kelly struggled to regain her composure. She straightened her back then gathered her long hair behind her shoulders with a left and right swing of her head. She squinted into the icy pine branches above. The tall red trunks disappeared into ragged darkness.

"Wasn't a bat, anyway." She tried to recover, remembering only a flame-etched shape. "Too cold...it was a blue jay!"

"A blue jay? Ah Kelly!" Mike Keeshig was her older brother. He slapped his thigh and took a long pull on his Old Milwaukee. The American beer tasted bitter and cheap, but he preferred spending his money on the ladies at the Sweetwater Inn. Beer was all the same anyway if it was cold enough. He chuckled, scanning the shadows overhead with his large brown eyes. The wind had the high branches swaying; they knocked against each other with hollow tones. Stars showed in a few jagged gaps, burning in the dark blue winter sky. "Was a bat-I saw it. A big one too!"

"Nah," Kelly said, grabbing a fresh can of beer from a hole in the snow beside her-she almost tumbled off her seat again. Their snowmobiles had run down a good flat place for a fire near an old fence line. The cedar rails burned hot and the parked machines formed a good windbreak across their backs. They were miles from the highway with nothing around them but snow, shadows and bush. "Was a whisky jack then..."

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