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man without money. Nodding
to myself I made a mental note to keep track of whoever was the
first to offer me money in order to look the other way.
    I stopped, as I felt that I was the source of
someone’s focused gaze. Slowly I turned to face a shadowy form
alongside of some barrels.
    “Glad to see that you made it!” The shadowy
figure said rather jovially.
    “What is going on?” I asked roughly, as I
stepped up to the old indian from the desert.
    I would’ve grabbed a hold of him, but well, I
wasn’t sure that was a good idea. He had after all disappeared on
me before and then there had been that freak thing with the lights
that floated on air. Then the freak sandstorm when I tried to go
south instead of west. Then…….”Did you sick that snake on me?” I
asked, as the question dawned brightly in my mind.
    “No my friend.” The old man said completely
serious.
    “You’re not my friend!” I affirmed
roughly.
    “Perhaps I am not, but then again perhaps you
will find the need to have a friend. Taran things are not what they
seem.”
    “How do you do that? How do you know my
name?”
    “It has long been prophesied among the indian
people that you would come and now you have.” The old man said with
a smile before he turned and started to walk away.
    “What did you mean that everything isn’t what
it seems?” I asked a little desperately.
    “This place is a gateway Taran.”
    “A gateway for what?” I asked puzzled, as to
me this was nothing but a backwater town of little importance to
anything.
    “Not so Taran. You would do well to continue
looking for what lies hidden. That which is done in secret can’t
bear the light of day and things done in darkness bear no good deed
to mankind.”
    “Evil? A gateway of evil?” I clarified and
smiling the old man nodded approvingly, as if rewarding me for
being a good student.
    At a loss I asked, “What kind of evil?”
    “All kinds Taran. You would do well to read 1
Timothy 6:10 in your Bible back at the jail.”
    He began disappearing and stepping forward I
grasped a hold of nothing but air. I spun around, but nothing
moved. The old man was gone.
    A Bible verse? What indian knew enough of the
white man’s Bible to reference Scripture? This one apparently.
    Spooky. The whole disappearing thing, how he
set me up with helping a woman that didn’t even exist, and now this
town. What was he up to?
    What did he have to gain in all of this? And
why was he pointing out Bible Scriptures to me and speaking of
great evil? A gateway of evil?
    Shaking my head I headed toward the building
that I expected would be the source of most of my grief as a
marshal, the town’s dance hall saloon. Combine whiskey and women
and you had a recipe to turn the tamest of men into a bull on the
prod eager to tear down and destroy anything that got in his
way.
    The sound of the laughter of women and the
notes of a terribly off key piano reached out to clamor against my
nerves. I had no love for saloons or the women they offered.
    I preferred to do my drinking in private and
as for women……… it had been a long time.
    *****
    My hands closed over top of the batwing
doors, as I stared into the festive scene of the saloon beyond.
Thaddeus was there, but not Edgar. That was good to see. I didn’t
know why, but it just was.
    Things were beginning to add up and the old
man, indian or not, had taken the high road with me. In fact I
didn’t think that I’d be alive right now if not for his
intervention at the cave.
    Intervention from what I did not know, but
the fact remained that he’d been a friend to me. His appearance
just now out in the street surely couldn’t be coincidental, when in
fact, he had halted my approach to the den of wickedness inherent
to every city of man.
    If God was behind all the strangeness that
had suddenly come to full bloom in my life then surely He’d made a
mistake this time in order to send a messed up case like me into a
situation that needed fixed.