Dinosaur Lake 3: Infestation
yet. It was larger, had spines on its back and liked
the water. They disposed of the corpses but he took a couple of photos first.
He’s emailing me them later tonight.
    “So…more species of dinosaurs are sprouting up. In
more locations. Just what I had hypothesized and feared. Sorry.”
    Henry was in shock and had to remind himself to
breathe. This was his worst nightmare. A plague of dinosaurs all along the
American western seaboard. Birthing, breeding, growing. Spreading destruction.
Gobbling up all other creatures in sight. Damn, damn, damn.
    “Henry, you still there? Henry?” Justin was
insisting on the other end, his voice sounding worried.
    “I’m still here. Justin, what’s the worst case
scenario that we’re looking at? Be truthful.”
    “I hate sounding like Chicken Little but the worst
consequence is that these creatures keep multiplying in many places and keep
spreading. Heaven knows where it would stop.”
    “Heaven knows. A dinosaur apocalypse?” Henry was now
looking at Ann. Her face was wan, her eyes locked on his. She’d figured out
what he and Justin were talking about. Her reporter’s sixth sense. She picked
up the kitten and hugged her closer as if to protect her.
    Henry knew dinosaurs brought back horrifying and
haunting memories to his wife. She’d lost friends in the dinosaur encounters.
They both had. And now there were more, suddenly appearing in different places.
Not a good thing at all.
    “I wouldn’t dare say that, Henry. I don’t want to
jinx the peaceful world we have now.”
    “Best to not think about it or speak of the worst
results,” Henry said to Justin. “Only how to fix it, right?”
    “Right. For now. And so far it’s only been a couple
sightings. Small numbers. We have time. I think. I have more people and places
to call and more information to collect.” Justin’s weariness was obvious in the
way he spoke his words. Hesitant. Slowly. “Okay, we can discuss what we can or
will do when I see you next. Let’s make it soon. But I’m just too tired tonight
to discuss it or even think about it anymore. It hurts my brain.
    “Well, that’s what I essentially had to tell you.
Sorry I’ve monopolized the conversation so far. So…what news did you have for
me, Chief Ranger?” Justin used the term he sometimes still affectionately
called his father-in-law. “I hope it’s better news than what I gave you.”
    “It’s not.” And Henry told him about the
unidentified creatures spied in the lake and the feisty kangaroo dinosaur in
the woods.
    “Oh, my, then it’s already begun.”
    “Or something has begun. I already closed the lake
down to visitors earlier today. Going to shut down the whole park again as
well. Can’t take any chances this time. But I’m going out on the lake first
thing tomorrow morning to see what I can see and I thought you might want to
come with me?”
    “Going to take a boat tour for yourself? See if any
unidentified aquatic beasties show up, huh? See if there’s really something
there?”
    “Something like that. You want to come?”
    “I’ll be there,” Justin said. “Ah, here we go
again. Lake maneuvers.”
    “Meet you at Crater Lake Lodge’s dining room at
seven a.m. then? We’ll have breakfast first and take a little time to discuss
our strategy.” Henry finished and after saying goodbye hung up.
    He didn’t need to tell Ann much. She already had
guessed most of it by his end of the phone conversation and he quickly filled
her in on the rest.
    Twice, during his explanation, Henry stole looks
out the window into the night searching for movement or glittering ruby eyes
among the trees and leaves. But he saw no signs their earlier visitor had
returned–or, if he had any, his friends.
    Soon after, he and Ann retired to bed. He made sure
the windows and doors were securely locked and he kept his duty weapon nearby. He
gave Ann a weapon, a large caliber revolver, of her own and insisted she take
it with her everywhere she
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