The Rainmaker & Other Tales
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The Rainmaker - horror fiction collection.
The survivors of a world drought face terror when an Ark appears in a dried up lakebed and the evil spirit of a rainmaker appears. Also included are the horror stories, The Brutality Zone, King Flame's Underground Party, Dwellers, Garage Sale, In the Blood and Shadow in the Backyard.
Gary L Morton
I live in downtown Toronto. At present, I have seven novels and five collections available online. They are horror and science fiction. Some of the books are also mystery and crime related as characters include a psychic detective in my vampire novel, and a future detective in some science fiction novelettes and novels.
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The Rainmaker & Other Tales - Gary L Morton
The Rainmaker & Other Tales
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Horror Fiction
Copyright by Gary Morton
Published at smashwords.com by Gary L Morton
Contents
The Rainmaker
The Brutality Zone
King Flame’s Underground Party
Shadow in the Backyard
Garage Sale
In The Blood
A Graveyard Game
Dwellers
The Rainmaker
The Rattle
Gray dust and crumbling flakes of ash coated the sun-dried turf. It lifted in fine clouds as he walked past the burial mounds. Halting at the edge of the sandstone cliff, he stared at the neat row of small hills running behind the caked mud flats that had once been Deep Woods Lake. In the old days, they’d been forested and topped with rock shelves and boulders. His Mohawk ancestors had used them as signal hills. Now they were dry and barren, and the stones were hot enough to bake corn bread.
Turning left, he studied the largest of the burial mounds. The entire sacred structure was slowly sinking - dropping into a surround of cracked mud, tall grass and timothy. Its grassy side had burst, and from a distance, it appeared as a huge tear. Sand, sparkling minerals and colored stones showed in the gash. Other things were partially obscured by the sand - bones, skulls, jeweled items that shimmered and larger sacred objects.
The sight fascinated him, and then a sudden wind sighed at cliff-side. His vision, his parched throat and lungs felt sucked dry. He was left in a hollow and abandoned state - suffocating, though painlessly. Dizziness staggered him and he stumbled at the edge of the cliff. Withering heat consumed his flesh and his throat began to ache with thirst.
His moccasins moved slowly, precariously along the edge of the cliff. Beyond the sheer drop, the torrid sky stretched to the horizon like a sheet of flame. Below, the dried lake billowed up dust clouds like dragon's breath or netherworld smoke signals.
Reaching the mound he stared at the cracked mud and shivering weeds at its edge. A skeleton part way up the gash drew his gaze. Its jaw hung open in what seemed like hideous laugher. A ring glittered on its hand and he could see that it remained there because in life the medicine man had wired it right through the bone. The other fingers of this skeletal hand were open and the arm was outstretched. Just beyond it in the spilling sand, a rattle protruded. This sacred object was armored with turtle shell and well preserved; the leather, handle and beads were like new, but the feathers on the tassel were slightly chewed and ragged in places. Painted shells patterned out a special face, one that his tribe recognized as the rainmaker.
Deep waters stirred in an inner mirage. He saw the face of the rainmaker breaking on the surface. Then the rattle reappeared and he longed to touch it, though he knew it was forbidden. Thirst came again, and with it blindness. A ghost awoke within, propelling him forward. He felt sand slip between his fingers, and then the weight of the rattle was in his hand. When he shook it, the sound was of falling rain … a gentle and steady sound, which was followed by thunder.
The darkness of the dust-smoked sky moved like the shadow of a great wolf. His feet began to stir in light steps of the dance and heat lightning flashed each time he shook the rattle at the sky.
His motions grew furious as he danced at the edge of the cliff. Messages of old puffed up on the signal hills. The tribes and the drums were calling for a rainmaker.
Below, in the dry lakebed, the mud flats began to split. Earth and sky rumbled like a voice of dread. Darkness consumed the day, but there wasn't any rain.
The Drifter
Rick's tongue slid slowly under crusted lips. Fine blond sand blew on the pocked asphalt ahead and his tinted glasses failed to filter out the white glare of mid afternoon. A glance at the energy gauge told him he had about one kilometer of juice remaining. Since he was approaching a long hill, he decided to roll up to the crest and park on the roadside while the solar cells recharged the Sun Cobra's engine.
Dust blew in fiercely and swirled in harsh heat at the top. The idea of stopping there seemed like a mistake. Then moments after he parked, the wind died down and he got out and walked under a sky of hot brass to the trunk. A bubble of sour air washed over him as he opened it. The metal door of the interior storage box felt like an oven pan.
His fingers deftly spun the combination - then the panel slid left. Inside a large bottle of water rested on weatherproof red felt. It shone like an enormous jewel.
Rick knew he was close to town and a water refill, but he still poured himself only half a cup. Old habits were hard to break. The water refreshed him and his mouth and lips came unglued. He could see his faint reflection in the metal; his tongue slithering across his full lips and the permanent expression of deep deliberation his tanned face conveyed.
Snatches of dust blew in as he locked up. He shielded his face as he walked to the roadside, heading for a hybrid oak clinging to the sandy earth just over the crest. Walking into its shade, Rick sat on a slate boulder thrust out from the soil. Parched bug-chewed leaves rustled like leather on a low bough. He gently wiped the grime from his eyes before looking out at the valley. Heat and glare billowed, but the pale color of the sky showed through. He saw something he hadn't seen for many kilometers - patches of green and blue. The green being farmland, acres of forest and trimmed parkland on the edge of a small town.
A clock tower rose at the centre of the town amid some other tall structures. He knew the town was Tiverton - his destination. Backed by the hot horizon it shimmered, almost like a desert mirage, and adding to the effect was the sight of a small blue lake just west of town. The banks circling it were long and smooth like the rim of a wide bowl, and off to the north he could see the remains of a sister lake. It appeared to have dried up completely, but the blowing dust made the bottom impossible to see, so it was hard to tell.
From a hilltop glance, Tiverton appeared to have a much better chance of survival than many other towns. But that really depended on the drought. Some people said there would be no relief this time. It hadn't rained in nearly a month and the sun grew fiercer by the day.
Near the bottom of the hill, a crossroad branched off to the south. He could see a speck moving on it. It appeared to be a man walking. Heat waves passed over the road in liquid distortion, warping the image. Then the man reappeared and took a few more steps before dropping to a sitting position on the shoulder.
Probably been taken by heat stroke,
Rick thought as he got to his feet. Turning, he walked to the car. The gauge said he had enough of a recharge to get into town so he started the engine and rolled down to the crossroad. The man's blue shirt showed in the glare just up the road so he swung into the dust, drove up and stopped. He could see that the shirt was part of a mailman's uniform and that the man was of Chinese Canadian extraction.
Need a lift?
The mailman looked up. Are you an angel or is this for real?
It's for real.
Sweat drops as large as tears ran on his broad face, but he still had the strength to rise and get in the open door. He sighed. Boy am I glad to get out of here.
How'd you end up on foot way out here?
My mail car broke down about 4 kilometers back. I don't have my phone because the town has confiscated them all as part of the emergency plan. Not a single vehicle came down this road all morning.
I got water if you need it.
I drank water on the hike. It's the direct sun that put me down. I can last till we get into town if you want to head back.
I actually am heading into Tiverton. I saw you from the hill so I turned this way to pick you up.
Sure would’ve looked funny if I'd died of stroke just outside of town.
I've seen it before. Seen whole towns dead. There are more bones than weeds lining the highways.
Bad isn't it? I mean the dust bowl. I've been in Tiverton through the whole thing. We thought we were immune before this wave came in.
I know the feeling. I'm from Tweedsville originally. The drought came on bad there, starting two years ago. We thought we could fight it but we didn't have the lakes and water sources like Tiverton. Everything dried to the bone. Trouble is that by the time we knew we'd lost, too many people had died. I had a wife and a baby daughter. We were set to leave then some rain came in the spring season. We held on but the heat came back in a killer wave.
Your wife and kid?
They died in the hospital. I was sick but hung on.
Sorry to here that, man.
Name's Rick, Rick Shelley.
Sure. I'm Jim Wong. Tiverton's pony express.
You know that it's the water that kills you. Once it dries up to a point it's impossible to keep what little there is clean. Few survive once flies and bacterial infections set in during a heat wave.
We've taken just about every precaution we can. There isn't a lot of livestock now so the problem of manure pollution of the water isn't as much of a danger. Tiverton is mostly a vegetarian town. We're heavy into vegetable crops and other organic stuff.
I know. My brother Sam has a farm outside of Tiverton. Says he's fighting a hell of a drought. Needs all the help he can get.
Ah, so you're Sam Shelley's brother. I should have guessed. Guess I didn't because your hair is golden and his is dark. He's always laughing like a clown of sorts. You got that serious look, like you faced off with trouble starting on the day you were born. Looks like it didn't beat you down, like it did to the rest.
It sure tried hard. It beat my family into the grave, and left me in a burning ghost town.
Your brother needs manual labour right now. There's a big system for irrigating the crops without waste of water. It's hard to get parts these days so men have to assist in many fields. He'll sure be happy to see you. I mean because you're his brother, and because you're in such good health. So many people are weak and disabled nowadays. Just can't work at all.
The highway into town followed a long slow drop into the valley green belt. As the car rolled along, the dust clouds that always gathered just above the fenders vanished. Ditches of sand flattened and became shoulders tufted with tall grass. Asphalt ahead grew smoother and soon the glare of the sun was replaced by the dappled shadows of leafy maple boughs. They passed two boarded-up motels and a junkyard before houses appeared. The first were cottages, fortified from the heat and jacketed with solar panels. Wild weed gardens and parched grass marked the yards, and the bright sunshine and ghostly emptiness conveyed a familiar feeling. It was born of a world where most people slept during the day and worked at night; a form of abandonment that comes about when the heat bakes the life out of the land.
Some crumpled sheets of reflection paper blew over the road like yellow tumbleweeds as they reached the core. They rounded a bend and the old brown sandstone buildings at the town's centre showed. These aged structures were the civic buildings and the post office was among them. It rested next to the town hall and had a parkette at the front. The few people sitting in it were the only people outdoors. Sidewalks were empty.
I better get off at the police station. It's at the end of this main square. They can go out and get the mail car. I plan to go home. Maybe you want to wait. I'm on the other side of town. The road there leads out to Sam's place, so I can show you the way.
Sounds fine to me.
Rick pulled in at the station and he got out and stood in the shade cast by the old stone building. Jim went inside, and during the ten-minute wait, Rick glanced about the downtown. His stomach grumbled again and stung his throat with acid. The upset and heat muted his hunger. An open variety store was just up the street, but he decided not to stock up on anything until he was sure of his exact needs.
After five minutes, an officer emerged from the station. He walked at the head of a group of eight men. They looked emaciated, ragged and poverty-stricken. One of them sucked on a burning marijuana cigarette and none of them said anything as they walked across the square and entered a dilapidated building. A banner that’d been hung like a flag over the door said - Employment Office.
Sunburn seemed to show stronger on Jim's face when he emerged. He looked weak and walked with a slight limp. He grimaced mildly as he spoke. Nausea is getting the better of me. I'm going to sleep it off at home. I just phoned my daughter, Kim. She's waiting for me and she'll take you out to the farm. I didn't mention it earlier but she does some work for your brother. I don't know if he told you but the farms are now cooperative affairs. Most of the original owners still run the show. Kim has several fields of her own. She's real proud of that.
Sounds great. I'd like to meet her. Let me help you in and we're off.
Jim's house was of the white saltbox style, but stronger with wind support and invisible solar banks. It had a wide willow-lined driveway with parking spaces for several vehicles. An old dusty mail car took up one of these spaces.
His daughter burst out of the shade as they drove up. She dashed to the driveway to meet them and Rick got a neat picture of her as she hurried around to the passenger side. She wore jean cut-offs and a tank top on an hourglass figure. Her features were of the extremely feminine Oriental variety. She had long straight hair and a ponytail but no makeup or jewelry. Obviously upset, she yanked the door open and pouted as she reached in and hugged her father.
You look feverish,
she said as she released him. Let me help you out.
Jim did look feverish. He groaned as he got out. Without introduction, Rick also popped out.
A strong breeze blew down the drive, killing some of the effect of the heat. Jim was explaining what happened as Kim listened impatiently.
I'm calling the mayor and demanding that they return your phone. They must be crazy to have taken it in the first place.
Rick stepped in. If you don't mind my asking. Why would they confiscate phones in the first place?
Jim's eyes switched between Rick and his daughter. This is Rick,
he said. "And this is my daughter Kim.
They shook hands lightly, and she held on as they did. Thanks so much for saving my father.
I was just driving by on my way into town, so I picked him up.
Kim turned back to her father. I want the phone back in your mail car before you go back out on the road.
I don't know. They're adamant that the field workers need extra phones out by the remains of Deep Woods Lake. It has to do with a wild animal roaming out there. The thing howls like a devil and the crews won't go out to the remote fields unless they have phones to call in quick help.
Kim frowned and pulled back her windswept hair. There isn't any wild beast. I've been out there and haven't heard a thing. The last time I used my gun was more than a year ago to scare off a bear.
I think it's just superstition,
Jim said. By the way, Rick is Sam's brother. He should have the pull to get us a phone. I'm going inside to rest. You can show him the way out to the farms. Talk to Sam about the phones when you get there.
As Kim helped her father into the house, Rick stepped under the willows and stared out at the hot meadow. Long grass ran off into heat shimmies and near the tree line, the haze rose to the sky. Cumulus towers were parked on the horizon like great ships, and as a whole, the rolling cloudbank resembled a monstrous sponge sucking up precious water in evaporation from the land. The meadow was browning and dying and it was a familiar picture. He'd seen a few years of these heat waves elsewhere in the province. They nearly always broke to cooler spells. But sometimes they didn't. And when that happened, whole towns and valleys perished.
Kim called to him and he saw her up on the porch holding a tray. He walked up slowly and sat with her there, sipping a cold drink.
We'll go out to your brother's right away,
she said. Dad seems fine. He just needs rest.
Rick nodded and they said little else as they exchanged glances. He found Kim warm and attractive but a touch on the vulnerable side. She confirmed that feeling by suddenly snatching his empty glass and marching back inside. A minute later she emerged carrying a backpack and they went down the drive to his car.
The only paved road to the farms wound around the shore of Lake Wolverton. Putting aside the heat, the scene was idyllic. Wind whipped up small waves on the teal waters, froth broke on long stretches of sand and stony shore, and areas of marsh were spotted with geese and ducks.
Rick found the scene entrancing; his eyes kept straying off the road. I'm surprised to see so much valuable waterfront property and not even a squatter on it.
Most of that beach-front appeared over the last three years,
Kim said. Evaporation cut the water level some. Squatters usually gravitate to areas that have been developed and abandoned. Not many head this way. Our population has actually grown, but most of the new people live in housing we built near the fields.
Why does that lake stay wet while its sister dried up completely?
That's because the sister isn't from the same family. This one is more than stream-fed. It has strong underground sources.
I see.
What is it you're doing for Sam, anything specific?
I'll be working for him. Wherever he needs me. I have experience with the newer irrigation equipment, plus I have my health. I saw some of the general labor they were picking up at the town employment office. If they were a sample I'd say he needs a healthy man with muscles.
Those were probably transients you saw at the employment office. The labor they do doesn't even cover their housing and food costs. This town has a few thousand people who are disabled or partially disabled. Due to the heat waves and resulting bacterial infections, they have a greatly reduced life span. We don't leave housing empty. The spaces are opened up to transients. They do some work but the real bulk of the labour is done by healthy members of the co-operative.
Guess I'll be doing real work. But that's okay. It's better than standing around, worrying about the heat.
You have a car. I need you to work with me. The last while I've been using my father's extra mail car and borrowed labour.
What is it you do?
I have my own fields, controlling and producing organic crops. Mine are the most remote fields. Including some of the land over by the dead lake, where the wild beasts are supposed to be roaming. They're automated fields - irrigation equipment of the newer sort. But it's not fully functional so it requires some work.
It's a deal then. I'm experienced in repairing that sort of equipment. If I'm going to work here, I might as well do what I do best.
Kim smiled broadly. Okay - it's a deal. Just remember that you're committed. I say that because we won't be out there long before other members try to steal you from me. There's a shortage of skilled workers here, like everywhere.
Rick saw fast running shallow water below as they crossed a bridge, then the road turned away from the lake and entered a long stretch of open fields. A wide variety of crops showed in numerous fields, including hay, corn, assorted vegetables and potatoes. The fields had attached cottages and some livestock, mostly cows and horses. A few farmhouses, barns and silos appeared then they passed through a deep, forested ravine and emerged approaching a large ranch-style spread.
On Kim's signal, Rick turned in, went up the drive and parked with several other cars under a huge rain roof. Massive shade trees covered the grounds of the main house and a number of people were socializing on a terrace.
I haven't seen Sam in over ten years,
Rick said.
You mean you two didn't get along?