A Vigil for Justice: Episode Fifty-six

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A Vigil for Justice, is a serial thriller fiction novel. Updates of 1,000-1,500 words will be posted every Friday.

Recap: Sixteen-year-old Melanie Craig and her family live in the small Colorado mountain town of Blue River. Since the end of World War Three, the economy in the United States has dropped out making funding law enforcement impossible and increasing crime rates in all, but the smallest towns. The government passes a Law allowing anyone over 16 to kill three other people during their life. Vigilante justice doesn’t seem like the right solution to Melanie, but she has no choice other than to learn how to protect herself and her family.

Melanie’s sleep was fitful to the point where neither she nor Mitchel slept much. He spent much of the night stroking her hair while she listened to the gentle da-doom of his heart.

Mitchel laced his charcoal 9 mm onto his well-worn leather belt securing it to his left hip and buried an eight-inch serrated hunting knife into the top of his right boot. As he stood, Melanie combed his coarse, near black hair with her fingers.

“You ready to get back out there?” He stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“Yes.” As the words left her lips, she knew she wasn’t. In some ways she agreed with Seth at least about planting themselves here at the wooded edge of Ogden, Utah. “No, No, I’m really not.”

His lips smiled, but his eyes said something very different. Not fear, but uncertainty. Not now Mitchel, she thought, I need you to be strong. I need you to be certain we are trundling in the right direction.

“The safe zone is the right thing to do,” he said. They slipped out of the door for their last breakfast with Zachariah and Ryan. She fluttered her eyes against the intensity of the early rising sun.

Despite the sun dots in her vision, she found her mother fussing with the final packing of the van.

“You coming to get breakfast?” Melanie asked.

The sun singled out the silver woven into her mother’s hair. “After I get this all to fit in some reasonable way,” Jennifer called over her shoulder.

Sam was pulling a slobber soaked tennis ball out of Daisy’s jaws with two fingers.

“That’s just gross, Beauty.” Sam crumpled her whole face.

Sam had been calling her Beauty for the past few days and it always brought the image of her little sister snuggled up against Seth rippling through her head and raising chicken flesh over her arms.

Mitchel rubbed her arms and then cupped her hands in his and blew heat into them.

Melanie pulled her hoodie over her head. Her arms wandered until they found their tunnels. Mitchel took her hand as the gravel pressed into the soles of their feet. She needed new shoes again, but there was no way they were all going to play Old Maid with their lives.

Sizzling potatoes greeted them as they pushed open the solid wood door. Zachariah sat at the table turning the catchup bottle a quarter turn, around and around. His eyes fixed, but his thoughts in another land. He didn’t look up when they slumped into their chairs.

“Thought you could use some good food before you began your journey,” Ryan said. “Scrambled or poached eggs?”

“Scrambled,” Melanie and Mitchel, said in unison.

Zachariah’s walnut eyes rise. “I have something for each of you.”

He returns from a back room and holds out both of his closed hands one toward each of them. He presses a cool stone into Melanie’s hand as his right hand does the same with Mitchel.

His eyes hold hers. “For inner strength.”

She opens her hand finding a quarter sized orange-red stone carved with a bear paw resting in the center of her hand.

“Leadership,” Zachariah said to Mitchel.

Melanie leaned over. A deep blue stone with a bear sat in the center of Mitchel’s rough hand.

“Thank you,” Melanie said.

 

 

It was finally warm enough for Melanie to tug off her hoodie.

Ryan mussed Sam’s hair and stroked Daisy’s head. “You two heathens be good for your mamas.”

Sam tiger bounced over to the van.

Melanie hugged Zachariah, thanking him once again for the gift.

She sidestepped and wrapped her arms around Ryan. “Will you follow?” Her voice was barely audible.

He let out a deep breath, which brushed across her neck. “I cannot abandon my father. I am sorry.”

Her stomach capsized. How could he abandon them? She clenched the lids of her eyes together. She let go of him and nodded her head. She would have made the same decision were it her on his side of the gate.

Jennifer slid open the side door of the van. Sam and Daisy sprang in. “Bye. See you later,” Sam little hand waved side to side like the pendulum of a tolling grandfather clock.

She pulled herself into Mitchel’s pickup truck and leaned her elbow out the window. Mitchel was already waiting inside. He turned the key over and part of her wished it wouldn’t start, but it did.

Seth honked his horn from behind the van that was tucked between him and them.

Taking the truck out of park, Mitchel began guiding them down the long dirt driveway.

Ryan cupped his hands around his mouth. “Protect one another.”

Melanie watched their temporary home diminish in the rearview mirror.

“Pull over Mitchel, I’m going to be sick.”

Rocks thunked inside the wheel well as he put on the breaks and pulled to the side of the road.

She threw the door open and dropped to the ground bent double. Mitchel was at her side his hand resting on her back. She spit the remains of egg and hash browns from her mouth and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.

Her mom was just behind Mitchel when she lifted her head.

Mitchel raised his eyebrows.

“I’m fine,” she said.

“You’ve looked so tired the last few days, Melanie. Are you sick?” asked Jennifer.

“No, mom, I’m not sick.”

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