Keeper's Justice
Copyright© 2025 by Charly Young
Chapter 17
Rose
It was fully dark when the church bus finally stopped. The children had fallen asleep. Rose had not. She was worried about what awaited them at their destination.
“Wake up, you lot,” the Preacher Man called out. “This is the last stop, so gather your things. Hurry now. You, girl,” he pointed to Rose, “follow that woman; she’ll show you a place where you all can sleep.”
Rose shook Junie and Izzy awake. Sam had grabbed all of the remaining bottles of water and stuffed those, along with the blankets, into the big black plastic garbage bags that contained their things. The children stumbled sleepily off the bus. A scowling woman with weird yellow eyes silently led them to a big red barn. She slid open a big door and motioned them in.
Inside, Rose smelled the scent of horses and the sweet smell of hay and molasses. The woman separated them into groups of four and wordlessly pointed them to bed down in the stalls. The floor was covered with mounds of straw.
Sam looked around appraisingly, then went to a corner, pulled some hay out of the manger onto the floor, and spread out two blankets he had stolen from the bus on top of the pile. Rose and the girls immediately cuddled under the blankets. Sam passed water bottles to the girls and waited in front of them, knife in hand, to see what happened next.
The woman left. The barn was plunged into darkness. The only sound was the whimpering of someone in the next stall. It was a long while before exhaustion finally claimed Rose, and she drifted off to sleep.
A squeal of delight from Junie woke her up. Creatures out of a book of fairy tales stood at the stall’s entrance, staring at them.
Junie immediately broke the ice between the two groups. She walked over and offered a drink from her water bottle to the three creatures.
They excitedly whistled and clicked at her. They sounded like a flock of tweeting birds.
The biggest one was stocky and had reddish-brown skin and big amber eyes. His mouth had two baby tusks growing out of the lower jaw. The other, slightly smaller, was also stocky, with long peaked hairy ears and a fat bulbous nose. The third was a very slender girl with pale green skin and violet eyes.
The three were chattering away, whistling like birds and at the same time clicking and chuckling like chickens.
Izzy and Sam stared, big-eyed, at the trio.
“I think these kids, they’re pretty thirsty,” Junie said. “Do you have any more water?”
Wordlessly, Sam dug into their bag and passed out three bottles of water.
Junie self-importantly handed the bottles to the pale-skinned girl.
“Here you go.”
The elf looked at the bottle dumbfounded. She shook it and handed it back to Junie with a questioning look. Junie grinned, twisted the cap off, and mimed drinking it.
They soon got the idea, and the three quickly upended the plastic bottles and drank.
Meanwhile, Junie was pointing to her chest and saying “Junie.” Then she pointed to the slender elven-looking girl and mimed a question: who are you?
The girl replied with three high-pitched tweeting whistles followed by a series of rapid clicks.
Junie tried to duplicate her whistles and clicks, making the others laugh delightedly. The tall slender girl, whom Rose thought of as Elf Girl, pulled at Rose, motioning her to follow. She led her to the back of the barn to a door. She opened the door and showed them a blond-haired woman who lay chained to a wall. She looked bad—bruised and bloody.
Rose immediately went to her side. The woman was shivering in her sleep.
“Sam, go get one of the blankets for her.”
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