know. The EMTs who arrived at the cafe thought he was having a heart attack. I don't think they know if he's going to make it." Will that mean there’ll be one more ghost to haunt Roswell? The thought sent tiny goose bumps up the back of Liz's neck.
"You going to be around for a while?"
Liz nodded.
Glancing back toward the ER proper, Valenti said, "Let me know if anything happens here that I need to know about."
"Sure," Liz said.
Valenti placed his cowboy hat back on, smoothing the brim with a forefinger. He gave Liz a solemn look. "I'll be in touch if this looks like something that might spill over on you and your friends." Then he was gone, striding back through the waiting room and hitting the crash bars on the doors to the main parking area.
Mind racing, facing unwelcome thoughts and feeling the absence of Max, Liz returned to the waiting room and gave her father his coffee. He was so mired in his conversation with the insurance people that he barely acknowledged the coffee's delivery or her departure.
Liz returned to her chair and held the soda can in her hands. She gazed out through the slatted windows.
Oh Max, where are you?
Max trudged back to his car with River Dog at his side. The hot sun beat down on him, sapping his reserves. He looked forward to the Cutlass's air-conditioning.
"You should forgive George Grayhawk and the men with him," River Dog was saying. "Fear makes men do many strange things."
Max stopped by his car and gazed back down at the Mesaliko city. During the walk back through the houses, he had seen a number of people staring at him. The weird thing was, he couldn't be certain how many of them were really alive and how many of them… weren't. "Something's wrong," Max said.
"What do you mean?" River Dog asked.
"If the ghosts really wanted you out of the area, why doesn't an army of them appear and chase your people out?"
"There have been several appearances of the spirits, and this has been going on for days. They are gathering."
"You saw what Henry Callingcrow did to everybody back there. If a group of them got together like that, they could level your village."
River Dog nodded, taking time before he spoke. "Until today, until your arrival, the ghosts have been unable to make physical contact with anyone."
"But Callingcrow wrecked that house before we arrived there."
"True, but you were in the village."
Max looked at the sprawl of houses scattered across the hills. "It can't be," he said. "You told me this first happened hundreds of years ago. The spaceship that stranded us here didn't arrive until 1947. No one like me was around hundreds of years ago."
"I do not know all the answers, but I know that your presence here has had an effect on things. I think it would be better now if you left."
Pain stung Max, and part of the emotion turned into anger. He didn't belong anywhere. Tess had betrayed him, betrayed them all, and Liz wasn't exactly glad he'd stayed around these days.
Max opened the Cutlass's door. "After the reception I got here, I don't want to come back." He stepped into the car and slid behind the wheel. The seat cover was hot.
"You came here for reasons of your own today," River Dog said.
Max's throat felt thick, and he couldn't swallow the painful knot that had formed there. "I have a son."
"Blessings be upon you," River Dog said. "A son is a powerful thing to have, as well as a great responsibility."
"He was taken from me," Max said.
Sorrow showed in River Dog's eyes. "I'm sorry."
"I was hoping that you knew something more of the Granilith. Or a way I might go after my son."
River Dog shook his head. "I told you all I know of the things that Nacedo told me of the place where you came from."
"Then maybe there's something else out here," Max said. "Something Nacedo didn't give you. Something that might help me track the Granilith."
"Once I get this thing done," River Dog said, "and I get my people settled in and protected again, I'll be glad to help you
"You going to be around for a while?"
Liz nodded.
Glancing back toward the ER proper, Valenti said, "Let me know if anything happens here that I need to know about."
"Sure," Liz said.
Valenti placed his cowboy hat back on, smoothing the brim with a forefinger. He gave Liz a solemn look. "I'll be in touch if this looks like something that might spill over on you and your friends." Then he was gone, striding back through the waiting room and hitting the crash bars on the doors to the main parking area.
Mind racing, facing unwelcome thoughts and feeling the absence of Max, Liz returned to the waiting room and gave her father his coffee. He was so mired in his conversation with the insurance people that he barely acknowledged the coffee's delivery or her departure.
Liz returned to her chair and held the soda can in her hands. She gazed out through the slatted windows.
Oh Max, where are you?
Max trudged back to his car with River Dog at his side. The hot sun beat down on him, sapping his reserves. He looked forward to the Cutlass's air-conditioning.
"You should forgive George Grayhawk and the men with him," River Dog was saying. "Fear makes men do many strange things."
Max stopped by his car and gazed back down at the Mesaliko city. During the walk back through the houses, he had seen a number of people staring at him. The weird thing was, he couldn't be certain how many of them were really alive and how many of them… weren't. "Something's wrong," Max said.
"What do you mean?" River Dog asked.
"If the ghosts really wanted you out of the area, why doesn't an army of them appear and chase your people out?"
"There have been several appearances of the spirits, and this has been going on for days. They are gathering."
"You saw what Henry Callingcrow did to everybody back there. If a group of them got together like that, they could level your village."
River Dog nodded, taking time before he spoke. "Until today, until your arrival, the ghosts have been unable to make physical contact with anyone."
"But Callingcrow wrecked that house before we arrived there."
"True, but you were in the village."
Max looked at the sprawl of houses scattered across the hills. "It can't be," he said. "You told me this first happened hundreds of years ago. The spaceship that stranded us here didn't arrive until 1947. No one like me was around hundreds of years ago."
"I do not know all the answers, but I know that your presence here has had an effect on things. I think it would be better now if you left."
Pain stung Max, and part of the emotion turned into anger. He didn't belong anywhere. Tess had betrayed him, betrayed them all, and Liz wasn't exactly glad he'd stayed around these days.
Max opened the Cutlass's door. "After the reception I got here, I don't want to come back." He stepped into the car and slid behind the wheel. The seat cover was hot.
"You came here for reasons of your own today," River Dog said.
Max's throat felt thick, and he couldn't swallow the painful knot that had formed there. "I have a son."
"Blessings be upon you," River Dog said. "A son is a powerful thing to have, as well as a great responsibility."
"He was taken from me," Max said.
Sorrow showed in River Dog's eyes. "I'm sorry."
"I was hoping that you knew something more of the Granilith. Or a way I might go after my son."
River Dog shook his head. "I told you all I know of the things that Nacedo told me of the place where you came from."
"Then maybe there's something else out here," Max said. "Something Nacedo didn't give you. Something that might help me track the Granilith."
"Once I get this thing done," River Dog said, "and I get my people settled in and protected again, I'll be glad to help you
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