Chapter 43

Cyrus stood over Deacon proudly. He opened the front pocket of his black double-breasted vest and reached inside. Pulling out a small satchel, he dangled it up for us to see.

“What is that?” I called. He glanced up at me without saying a word. He relished in the excitement of being able to keep us guessing. Leaning down, he placed the baggie in Deacons hands. Then he put a hand on his head and began to recite a spell in Latin.