LEGION
By W. W. Brock
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When a young man mysteriously disappears without a trace on an isolated lake road, except for the truck and girlfriend that he left behind, the search brings a professional hunter and a retired game warden together in a massive effort to find him. What they find instead, is a spiritual evil terrorizing the area, and a lost silver treasure that h
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LEGION - W. W. Brock
DEDICATION
I would like to dedicate this book to my wife, the love of my life. Without her support and encouragement, I would not have started writing.
CHAPTER 1
And Jesus asked him, saying, What is thy name? And he said, Legion: because many devils were entered into him.
(Luke 8:30 KJV)
The full moon flooded erratically through a veil of fast moving clouds, illuminating the dark mountainside with a cold half-light that broke through the sparse holes in the dense overhead canopy of branches covering Cannon Creek Road, the only road access to the Cannon Creek Lake landing. In the dark of the hot June night, a multitude of insects swarmed around the terrified young girl as she walked alone up the isolated trail that she had so recently traveled down with her new boyfriend, Jimmy Johnson, in his hot-rod 1956 Chevy step side pickup, complete with a custom, three hundred and fifty horsepower, three fifty Chevy motor that his daddy had built for him.
Jimmy was a real catch for a young girl like Emily Hobbs, a pretty fifteen-year-old who lived with her mother on the outskirts of Clear Creek Springs since her father had left in a drunken rage for Knoxville, Tennessee and never returned almost two years previous. An only son, and spoiled since birth, Jimmy had gotten pretty much everything in his young life that he wanted, including local athletic fame, fast cars, and any girl that he chose to wrap his arms around. Emily had been the latest of his pursuits, and tonight was supposed to be the culmination of two weeks effort on his part to add her to his list of conquests.
The Johnsons were considered to be an upper-middle class family in the Pineville, Kentucky community with their money coming from at least two generations of inheritance to Mrs. Johnson from her politically influential family that lived in Lexington. In order to keep up the appearance that he was the source of the family’s prosperity, Jimmy’s father owned and operated a small garage and used car dealership in Pineville, kept involved in the local politics of the community, and was largely ignored by the real movers and shakers of the area.
Emily couldn’t control the trembling that her body was experiencing. It wasn’t the sort of thing that came from being cold, but it was from anger and fear that she shivered as she picked up her pace on the dark roadway. To her mind, every shadow seemed to hide some malevolent creature, and she welcomed the brief moments when the moon would break through with its cold luminescence. It had been her bad luck to have left her purse and cell phone in the truck when an infuriated Jimmy Johnson, after two hours of passionate kissing, but nothing else, had issued his ultimatum, Put out or get out!
before reaching across her and pushing open the passenger door of the truck. She laughed through her tears at the thought of bad luck. Her bad luck had been meeting Jimmy, to begin with!
Emily continued to walk the winding road until she had covered a little over a quarter of a mile when suddenly she was able to make out an area about two hundred feet in front of her that seemed to be more open. The moon came back from behind a cloud, and she thought that she could make out an object pulled off of the road in the small clearing. It was Jimmy’s truck! He hadn’t left her after all!
Emily started running toward the truck that was sitting with its lights off, the hood up, and the driver’s door standing open.
Jimmy!
she shouted, Jimmy!
There was no answer. Emily stopped running and walked slowly up to the truck, stopping at the tailgate to look around. Seeing no one, she eased along the driver’s side to the open door and looked in. Her purse was still on the seat where she had left it. Emily retrieved her phone from the purse and walked to the front of the truck. Jimmy was nowhere in sight, but the smell of engine coolant was strong, and there was a dark puddle under the front bumper.
Behind her, on the edge of the woods near a pile of old timber, Emily heard a noise that sounded like a stick breaking.
Jimmy, is that you?
she asked in an almost whisper with the question sticking in her throat.
From the darkness across the clearing there suddenly appeared to be a set of glowing red eyes staring at her, and her feet almost froze to the ground in terror.
Emily knew that Jimmy wasn’t there, but she was certainly not alone. She sprinted to the cab of the truck and jumped in, pulling the door shut behind her just as something slammed into the driver side door hard enough to shake the sturdy vehicle.
Emily pushed the door handles on both doors down to lock them and then cowered under the steering wheel while she made the call to her mother for help.
Emily Hobbs, it is after two in the morning! Where in the world have you been?
her mother’s angry voice shouted in her ear.
Mom, Jimmy, and I came to the old lake access, and he threw me out of his truck. I’ve been walking for a quarter of a mile,
Emily responded.
Where are you now?
Doris Hobbs asked, the anger in her voice being replaced with motherly concern.
I found Jimmy’s truck in that clear spot close to George Tuttle road. He is not anywhere around, but something is out here with me. Mom, I am so scared!
Emily answered in a frightened voice, I’ve locked myself in the cab of his truck, but something is making it shake.
Now listen to me, Emily. I’m going to get some help and come out there to get you. Whatever you do, do not open that truck door. Do you understand me?
her mom said.
Yes, Ma’am. Mom, I’m scared, can you stay on the phone with me?
she replied.
I’ll call you right back, just as soon as I’m in the car,
was the response.
Emily sat in the dark listening to the sounds of the forest. Most of the things that she heard, she knew from her father who had taken them camping almost every year since she could remember, but there was something else now that made the hair on her neck stand up.
CHAPTER 2
Boy, this place is bigger than I remember, Angie. I wonder if any of the old folks are still around?
Tom Strongbow said to his wife when they pulled up in the front of the First Baptist Church for Sunday service.
We’ll know in a minute, Tom. I just know that I’m here with the best-looking stranger in town!
Angie laughed as she stepped out of the truck cab and headed for the church entrance.
Milt, look over there. Isn’t that little Tommy Strongbow with that young lady?
Agnes Bunch asked the older gentleman that was standing next to her outside of the church in a group of about twenty parishioners.
Well, I wouldn’t call him little anymore, Agnes. It looks like Tommy has grown up to look like his grandfather,
Milton Bunch replied.
As the heads of the group turned toward Tom and Angie, and the tongues began wagging, Sheriff Daniel Ellis pulled up to the church with the lights flashing on his patrol car. He gave a short blast on the siren to gather the crowd’s attention and then made his way to the small front porch.
He shook hands with Pastor Timothy who came out of the vestibule to see what the commotion was about.
Folks, if I could have your attention for just a minute. The Johnson boy, Ruth Ann’s son, went missing last night down on the old lake road, and I need some volunteers with a little woods experience to join a search party,
he said.
Tom, it looks like he is calling you,
Angie squeezed her husband’s arm.
What about church and the day we were going to spend together, Angie? This is your first trip up here, and I wanted to make the most of it with you,
Tom replied, besides, I’m in slacks and my boat shoes.
How long could this take, Tom? The boy probably got drunk and wandered off. You’ll have him back in no time,
she told him with a big smile, Besides; we’ve got two more days here away from the children. There is plenty of time.
Tom gave his wife a big hug and kissed her on the forehead before walking over to the Sheriff’s car with six other men, one of whom looked surprisingly familiar.
Officer Pike, I think we met in Myrtle Beach about three years ago when those cougars were terrorizing the swamp,
Tom shook Bob Pike’s hand as the older man struggled for a second with the memory.
I remember now,
He said, you ran that hunting lodge up on the Pee Dee. Tom Strongbow, isn’t it?
Yes, sir, I remember the relief when the second cat was finally taken out of the habitat. I heard about your partner. That was some bad business,
Tom replied.
Yes, it was. I’m no longer in South Carolina though. My wife and I were called to pastor a small mission in Honduras, and we came up here for her mother’s funeral slash family reunion,
Bob paused briefly then changed the subject, Where is this lake that the Sheriff is talking about?
You see that mountain ridge behind us? The lake is on the other side, and the terrain is pretty rugged,
Tom told him.
I’m not exactly dressed for this, plus being a little old and out of shape for rugged, Tom. Maybe this won’t take too long,
he responded with a grimace just as the Sheriff walked up.
Men, I want to thank you for volunteering in this search. My deputies and the wildlife folks will be up there so we probably will have plenty of armament, but if any of you want to tote a piece, feel invited to do so,
he told them as his eyes scanned to small group, stopping on Tom Strongbow, Tommy Strongbow, it’s good to see you after all this time!
Hi Daniel, I would never have figured you for being the Sheriff twenty years ago,
Tom said with a laugh as the two men shook hands, Daniel, this is an acquaintance from the Myrtle Beach area and a former game warden, Bob Pike.
Welcome, Bob. I’m glad to have you along because this is a really sticky situation,
he replied, A pack of hogs appears to have wiped out any evidence around the Johnson boy’s truck so having a couple of professionals along will help considerably. We’ve got divers searching the lake, but there is so much old debris in the water that we can’t drag for a body.
The men made their way to individual vehicles and Bob decided to ride with Tom since his rental wasn’t exactly equipped for off-road driving.
Before leaving, Tom walked over to Angie who was busy fending off all of the town gossips and their questions, I’m sorry about this small town stuff, Angie and I’ll make it up to you when we get back, I promise.
I’m going to hold you to it, too. Now get out of here, I’m enjoying all of the attention from your old girlfriends,
she said with a laugh.
Do you know the area where we are going, Tom?
Bob asked as they followed the sheriff’s vehicle up Pine Mountain toward the Cannon Creek Lake.
I haven’t been here since the lake was built, but my dad and I hunted over there when I was a teenager,
he replied, It is pretty steep in places, and not developed much, so the kid could have just gotten turned around and walked further away from civilization. There has been talk of lost silver mines on Pine Mountain since the seventeen hundreds when a man named Swift used to bring mule trains up here to haul his silver out. At least that is the legend for this area. He could have been anywhere within about three hundred miles.
Abigail told me stories of Cherokee mines that were supposed to be around here, but she says that nobody ever found anything,
Bob told him.
Well, with all of the coal that’s been dug out of these mountains, somebody would have found it if it was here,
Tom replied.
Probably so, but you have to admit, it makes for a good story,
Bob laughed.
Well, there is some basis in truth for those legends. My ancestors on Mom’s side, the Cherokee, had a chief way back that was supposed to have said that if the white man knew how much silver was in the mountains here, he wouldn’t use iron to shoe his horses,
Tom told him.
They drove down 25E until the sheriff turned onto Lake Hill Road and then on to the Cannon Creek Road for about a mile. At the end of that narrow road was an unmaintained boat landing that was the only access on this end of the reservoir except through the water treatment plant which was chained off. Sheriff Ellis pulled up behind one of his deputies vehicles and motioned for everyone else to do the same.
Once all of the men had assembled at the intersection with George Tuttle Road where the search command center had been set up, Sheriff Ellis gave them their orders, Okay men, down the trail here about two hundred yards is where Jimmy Johnson’s truck is sitting. I want you all to be very careful not to mess up any tracks on the road, but mark every possible sign of the boy with one of the yellow evidence flags that my deputies are handing out. Those of you with firearms, I want them carried with an empty chamber. Except for signaling, you should not have a need to use them. Do I make myself clear?
The deputies gathered the men in groups of two men each and gave them the flags which were to be stuck in the ground wherever something was found. Tom and Bob walked behind the rest of the group with Sheriff Ellis.
Tom, how about you and Bob work a circle about fifty yards around the truck, there hasn’t been any activity in the woods yet so you might find some tracks that everybody else would miss,
the sheriff told them.
Sounds like a plan, Daniel,
Tom replied, Are you going to be at the reunion tomorrow night?
I had planned on it, but unless we find the boy, it might be doubtful.
We’ll find him if he is still up here,
Tom reassured him, Come on, Bob, let’s see if you’ve forgotten anything in the past couple of years.
Lead the way, Tom. I’ll keep up as best I can,
Bob said, but I would like to look at the truck if that would be possible, Sheriff.
Daniel led the way down the trail to where the truck was sitting with the driver’s door open and severely dented. The paint had been scratched to the body filler on the lower door edge with what appeared to be a sharp instrument, and the left front tire appeared to have been slashed.
What do you think, Mr. Pike?
Daniel asked.
From the height of the impact, I would say that you either have a cow with tusks or a large hog on the loose,
Bob replied, What do you think, Tom?
I’d have to agree, but when did hogs show up here, Daniel? There weren’t any when we were kids that I recall,
he replied.
About nineteen and eighty eight as near as anyone can tell. That’s when the first feral hogs showed up over in McCreary County. We see more and more sign every year, but this is the first time that I can recall an attack. The wildlife folks will be up here looking around today. Maybe they will have some answers,
the sheriff replied.
Well, we’ll head on up the hill for a little way and see if the boy went that way,
Tom said as he and Bob headed away from the rest of the search party.
When they had moved about fifty yards into the wood line, the two men separated with about twenty feet between them and started checking the ground between them for any sign of the missing Jimmy Johnson; making a circle that would take them around the truck at a distance. They could hear the other searchers downhill from them, but the vegetation was thick enough that it seemed like they were alone.
Suddenly, something glinting in the sunlight that was shining into a small clearing caught Bob’s eye, Tom, over here. I think there is something metallic on the ground!
What is it, Bob?
Tom asked as he walked over to the area that Bob was now in.
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