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The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 2: The Sheriff of Caissa County

The Devil's Pact, The Cult of the Ghost by mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Chapter Two: The Sheriff of Caissa County Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. Monday, November 19th, 2013 – Sheriff Caleb Barends – Cassia County, Idaho The roads were still wet from the rains that had swept in. It had been a warm winter so far. But snow was coming next week. I drove my official, Sheriff SUV down Interstate 84, heading north to Burly. I was returning to the station to have a briefing with my officers about this strange plague out of Seattle. All ready there had been a few cases up in Boise, the state's capital. Wormwood was supposed to be dangerous as hell. Hundreds had already died out in Seattle. The news medias were all blaming Lilith, the demon that the Living Gods had ousted out of Seattle last week. Of course, it looked like she had wormed her way back into the city. “Praise the Living Gods,” I muttered. “And let their loving gaze protect us from Lilith's foul plague.” I had never been a religious man until I had been glued to my TV watching the events unfold in Tacoma, Washington at the end of September. The Living Gods had been so imposing and majestic as they stood triumphant over the False God. I had cheered with all of my deputies as He gave the order for Brandon to be executed. How could you not be a fervent follower of the Living Gods after witnessing such majesty? Farms flashed by my SUV as I sped down the highway, and wooden fences were transformed into brown ...

... blurs. The fields were golden with winter wheat, dirt roads muddy, puddles glistening. There was a flash color ahead. Something pink on the side of the road. I frowned, squinting to figure out what it was. A girl. Hitchhiking. I grinned, flipping on my lights and pulling off to the shoulder. It was illegal to hitchhike on the interstate. She was a lovely, young woman, her ass filling out a pair of tight jeans. She had her hands in the pocket of her thick, pink jacket, the hood lined with fur. That was the other nice thing about the Living Gods. A man could enjoy a young woman that was ripe for the plucking. She jumped when she noticed me, scowling with annoyance. Her eyebrows wrinkled, silver flashing above her right eye—a piercing. Her mouth was lush, pursing as she swallowed. Her green eyes shifted and her hand pushed back a lock of sandy-blonde hair. “Hi, officer,” she smiled, trying to hide her fear. She wasn't happy to see a cop. “You okay?” I asked, climbing out and adjusting my gunbelt. “Of course. Just walking to my Aunt's farm.” “Oh, yeah. Who's that?” The gravel on the shoulder crunched beneath my feet as I walked over to her. “I bet I can give you a lift.” “That's okay.” She pointed at the dirt road ahead leading to a farm house just visible on a distant hill. “That's hers.” “So you're Becca's niece?” She quickly nodded. “Yep. Me and Aunt Becca are real close.” “Well, that is remarkable.” Her smile slipped a bit. “Um, I guess.” “Because there ain't no one by the name of ...