happened. Robbed by bandits, thugs?â
He nodded.
Jones sighed. âWe can take you to Baton Rouge if you like. Itâs too dark and the weather is too bad to be out and about by yourself.â
âThank you. Thatâs where Iâm going.â
Jones still seemed suspicious, but waved his soldiers on. The procession continued, he took a position beside Jones's horse. He and Galin exchanged looks, and he gave him a slight nod. Thatâs right. I know you, but you donât know me . He smirked at the Klansmanâs confused expression. Â
âWhatâs your name?â asked Major Jones, suspicion in his voice.
âZelig Von Falkenstein.â He uttered the words hoping his name wouldnât sound too foreign. The Führer had put a lot of time and effort into conceiving and implementing the machine that sent him almost seventy years into the past. The Great War was at its peak and the Führer saw Verdissâs betrayal. Out of all the assassins, he chose Zelig to kill the traitor and retrieve the Pharaohâs Staff. With it, Zelig would return to the Führer and Germany a hero. He, by himself, would change the warâs tide. Â
âHmm, strange name,â Jones muttered as he continued his ride. Of course, the moron didnât notice Zelig pull a needle from his belt. He couldnât. Zelig was the best. And no one would compromise the Führer âs plans. Not the bumbling Goblins of the Ku Klux Klan, not these pathetic, ill-trained soldiers, and not Verdiss. Â
Zelig slipped the needle into his mouth, ready to spit it into Galinâs neck. The rain made it difficult to gauge the wind speed or its direction. It didnât matter, he could still do it. And he did it with such skill and speed, no soldierâlet alone Galinâsuspected anything. Though it was a small dose, the poison was still powerful. An hour or two later, Galin would convulse, fall, and die.
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Chapter Nineteen
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Fallon wove an intricate, but absurd story. Jeb knew it, but of course Crispus absorbed every word as though theyâd come from Lincolnâs mouth. When they started their drive toward Old South Baton Rouge, the sun crawled out from underneath the horizon. Fallon didnât seem to know much, and from what Jeb gathered, the kid mustâve just heard rumors. As always in fairy tales, a dark ruler, the Geist Führer ruled a far away land with bloodshed and an iron fist. Since LaâRita had mentioned something similar, Crispus demanded it was proof. Jeb pushed his brother-in-law out of his head and continued recounting the story. The Geist Führer launched a war against Europe: Jews, black folks, gypsies...the world.... Recent rumors abounded that Verdiss communed with this king, and the Geist Führer wanted the Pharaohâs Staff. He feared the artifact could damage his war effort if it fell into enemy hands. Like most fairy tales, it was said the Pharaohâs Staff gave great power...and as in those fairytales, no one said what those powers were. Â
âI knew the mambo was right!â Â
Jeb flinched, Crispusâs voice rattling in his head. âItâs balderdash. Nothing else.â He shifted his weight, trying to find a comfortable position. It was balderdashâbut, then again, if asked a few weeks ago, Jeb would be calling himself insane for thinking his burns healed. He glanced at his arm, the skin looked healthier than it did before. He rubbed it. Still real. Â
âItâs a bunch a balderdash.â Heâd had enough sleep the night before, but his bones ached. His soul too. I hope theyâre all right. Keturah...Bettina...New York. Jeb groaned. I shouldâve sent them into the bayousâtheyâd have been safer there. New Yorkâs full of gangs. All for an old piece of art that belonged in a museum. Worst thing was he had to continue. What if he was wrong? What if the staff was everything
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