Blackness covered the Yorkin Pass and the naked foot soldiers marched single file with their two prisoners towards the sounds of a primordial dance where fire irradiated through the valley and shadows pranced like demons against the rocks while bare chested women and throngs of gyrating bodies beat their heads with stones to the vibrations of goat skinned drums. And when the festivity reached a nauseating pitch, the carcass of the warrior killed by Wade was dragged through the crowd and placed upon a gallow where Sheridan was stripped naked and placed underneath and the carcass was split open and blood showered over him like a torrential rain. They took Sheridan’s rifle. They removed the buck knife from the barrel and handed the edged weapon to Wade. A holy man decked in garish trinkets of human ears and scalps blessed the preceding and Wade awaited his fate while standing around the bonfire of corpses. The crowd quieted as a boy of no more than fifteen and armed with only a spear approached the glowing blaze and looked upon the prisoner. Wade looked back. The boy lunged towards him and he easily parried the charge. While behind his attacker, Wade waved the spear from the boy’s hands and had the knife to his throat. They tussled before he threw the boy into the fire and the boy briefly escaped the inferno with singed skin and lurched towards the spear. Wade grabbed him again and held his head into the blaze. With his hair alight, the crown sat quietly while the flames engulfed the boy. The victorious prisoner threw the knife to the ground and spoke to the masses.
“I demand to speak to Josea,” he said.
The holy man was silent as warriors took up Wade and Sheridan and put them away from the crowd. Sheridan wept and still dressed only in blood, he cowarded underneath a bear skinned cloth and away from the eyes of Wade. Wade stood stonefaced towards the entrance of the cage and the two men said nothing to each other. Then the sun dawned upon the valley and neither slept. The holy man reappeared bearing water and deer meat and Wade took the water and drank. “Are you Josea?” he asked the man.
The priest looked upon the prisoner and waved his arms. “Who are you to come into this valley and kill one of our own and then demand to be in the presence of our sanctified one?”
“Cut the bullshit,” shouted Wade. “I am a representative of the Milner Corporation and if you kill me then men will descend into this valley and put an end to this madness. So if you know what’s good for you, you will take me to Josea.”
“We don’t fear the corporations,” the priest said defiantly.
“Then you’re a fool. They have guns. You only have spears.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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