Three Witches and a Killer: Wicked Western Witches Book 1 Read Online Free PDF

relief to be able to drive more than twenty-five miles an hour.
    State Highway 2, also known as the Crossing Highway, went right through the middle of Red Rock Canyon. As the name would suggest, there were sheer red cliffs on both sides of the valley. The Shadow Mountains were to the south and the Shoshone reservation to the north.
    Shadow Crossing was a little isolated but that was part of its charm. The outside world didn’t bother us much, with the exception of tourist season. In our case, the tourist season lasted throughout the summer and fall.
    It wasn’t just morbid curiosity that drew people. Tourists were also drawn by the Gold River, which went right through our little valley. To the east of Red Rock Canyon, there were numerous ghost towns left over from the days of the Old West.
    A ride in the country is always so much more pleasant if someone doesn’t step out in front of your car while you’re doing fifty miles an hour.
    One minute I was enjoying the natural beauty of the horizon and the next I was staring at a huge man, dressed in some kind of fur coat.
    Totally out of place for this time of year.
    I was so startled that at first I couldn’t react. All I remember was thinking was that I was in deep doodoo.
    And then there were his eyes. They were such a deep shade of blue; they literally took my breath away.
    Coming to my senses, I hit the brakes - but not fast enough. As the Lexis fishtailed I heard a thump and knew he’d been hit.
    My heart jumped into my throat.
    It seemed like an eternity before the car came to a complete stop. Throwing open the door, I ran to where the man lay in the road. He looked strangely out of place, not just because he was laying in the middle of the road, but because he was dressed like some kind of old time Viking.
    Kneeling next to him, I felt for a pulse. Nope, not even a faint tick.
    Backing away, I grabbed my mobile phone and dialed 911. “There has been an accident on the Crossing Highway, about three miles west of town.”
    “Is that you, Sadie?” Marva asked.
    I’d known Marva since the day I was born. Actually, she worked part-time as a midwife and had actually helped my mother bring me into the world.
    “Yeah, it’s me,” I told her as I was fighting to get air into my lungs. I was fairly sure I could feel an anxiety attack coming on. “We need an ambulance too. I ran over someone.”
    I thought that maybe I should roll the guy over and start CPR, but was worried it might cause more damage.
    “I’ve already sent a dispatch to Buck. They should be there any minute.”
    “Thanks,” I told her, ending the call. “If I didn’t end it, she’d try to keep me on the phone.
    I decided it was probably a good idea to double check for a pulse, but just then I heard the sound of sirens coming from the direction of Shadow Crossing. As Buck’s patrol car came to a stop, I ran to meet him.
    “What’s going on?” he asked.
    “This guy stepped into the road. I couldn’t stop the car in time, but I did try. I promise,” I added, just in case there was any doubt about the fact that I hadn’t actually committed vehicular homicide on purpose.
    Buck looked at my car, which was off to the side of the road. “Where’s the victim?”
    “He’s right there,” I said, turning around to point at the heap in the road.
    He was gone!
    Impossible! I just checked for a pulse less than a minute ago.
    “He was just there, I swear! And he was dead. I checked his pulse,” I informed Buck.
    “We should look on the sides of the road, just in case he crawled into a ditch,” Buck yelled in an attempt to be heard over the approaching ambulance.
    The ambulance guys jumped out but then looked dumbfounded when there was no victim.
    “Look on the sides of the road,” Buck instructed them.
    We spent the next twenty minutes looking for my disappearing victim. Finally, Buck turned away from the ditch and put his hands on his hips. “I’m sorry, but he doesn’t seem to be here.