Ravens Cove, An Iconoclast Thriller (Book 1)
The Spiritual Battle for a Small Alaska Town
By Mary Ann Poll
America’s Lady of Supernatural Thrillers
Epilogue
THE LEGEND SLEEPS
The tired group started the long walk up the ravine path. The loss of their companion weighed heavy on their hearts. Even in sadness, none of them could deny the gratitude they felt for Josiah Williams.
“What do we do with this thing?” Paul unwrapped the handkerchief as he spoke.
A small pile of ash lay in the arrowhead’s place. He looked up in astonishment.
Grandma smiled. “Burn the handkerchief, Pastor. I believe Pet is no more.”
Ken wedged himself between Bart and Kat. “I need to talk to you, Kat.”
Kat gave him a suspicious glance. In spite of her best efforts, her heart thumped a little faster, but she continued up the hill.
The small assembly reached the top of the ravine as day dawned. The old hag tree stood ugly as ever.
For the first time Grandma could remember, a small, brown sparrow perched on one of its misshapen branches singing its morning greeting. Grandma smiled and turned to watch the small
group she loved so greatly.
Bart turned to Paul. “So, tell me about Jesus Christ, Pastor.”
Paul clapped Bart on the back. “With pleasure, Bart, with pleasure.”
Ken stopped, turned Kat to face him and held onto both her arms.
Kat looked at him in surprise.
“I think I love you, Katrina Agnes Tovslosky.”
Kat stood, unable to move, searching his face. Red crept up her neck. “Don’t use my middle name.”
“Got it.”
“You better.”
“Anyway, your grandmother asked me if I was willing to die for you before I went into the ravine. She seemed to know the answer, even before she asked it. And, you know, I kinda, sorta, decided I was…”
“Good to know, FBI.” Kat punched him in the arm.
Grandma Bricken came alongside Kat. “Tell him you love him, too, Katrina. You know you do.”
“Grandma!” Kat scolded.
“Well?”
Kat ignored the question. “I’ve seen things I don’t understand and can’t explain. I need to figure out what happened to me. I think Pastor Paul knows.”
She looked at Grandma Bricken. “I sure liked the old man.”
“I miss him, too. But he was a man of God and he is a man of God no matter what.”
Kat nodded. If her grandmother said those words a couple of days ago, she would have rejected the statement as foolish. Not now.
Kat planted a swift peck on Grandma Bricken’s cheek and rushed to the other side of Pastor Paul.
Ken snapped his cell phone shut, walked up beside Grandma Bricken and took her arm. “The chief okayed a few more days at the Cove, to wrap things up.”
Ken focused on Kat in the distance. It won’t be easy to wrap up the case; but it’ll be a piece of cake compared to getting Kat to finish our conversation.
“Not to worry, Kenneth. She’ll come back to you soon. And when she does, you better be ready to take her on, the cantankerous BC and all.”
Grandma Bricken wrapped both her arms around his forearm. “Welcome to the family, Kenneth Melbourne. Welcome to Ravens Cove.”
Ken stared down at her and grinned. “Welcome to Ravens Cove, indeed,” he said, squeezed her hand and led her down the hill.
