Then Adrian blinked again. “Adrian, don’t!”
But Adrian was already at the cabin door. Indian xxx He’d collect his bounty and be gone, then. Then she started beating him on the shoulder and removed all uncertainty. “I was looking for you, if you must know.”
“Really?”
“You never showed up at the party. Was it the ghost lights on the children’s graves? Another story, less popular, less widely heeded, says that Adrian Burns slipped on some wet grass and cracked his head against a tombstone that night, a stone that turned out to belong to his immediate forebear, one of the first settlers in the region. They both turned at once. It was soft but slippery and somehow both warm and cool at the same time. ***
At least, that’s how the old-timers tell it.
