As you can see life doesn’t move any slower in the past than it does in the future.
I had no idea I could cause such problems but trouble was on the horizon. I was just now learn that trouble was cause by me.
“As of now we’re all on high alert.” Saw’s authoritative voice rang through the night. Small animals scurried in the underbrush and one of the horses in the corral let out a loud neigh.
“Why?” Payton sprinted to the edge of the circle that the others had fashioned around Saw. “What happen?”
“There are rebels in the area.” Saw studied the dark woods surrounding them as if he could see people hiding in the depths of the forest.
Troops? But why would they attack? Most of the fighting between the two armies, as far as Ace had heard, was happening in the east.
Yes, there were Confederates in the territory, but Saw posed no threat to either side.
Ace glanced around, probing the other faces in the group. Who had given him this information? Because she knew for a fact he’d been in his tent only a few minutes ago. She’d worked all day to develop an awareness to identify his whereabouts and had kept track of his movement at all times.
The expression on the other kids’ faces ranged from surprise to anger.
“Why would they want to bother us? We’ve not taken sides. We’re neutral bystanders.” Spike placed his hands on his waist and glanced around. When his gaze reached Ace, he blinked, then lowered his head like he’d just discovered something.
What did he know that she didn’t?
“Better to be cautious.” Saw gathered his whip in one hand. After scanning the woods around them with a sharp gaze, he continued, “Payton, Ace, you two best get dress. You’re on first watch.”
Ace swallowed. What could she do to protect the camp? Scream or maybe yell a warning to the others?
“The rest of you get back to bed. We’ll each do three-hour shifts until morning.” Saw pointed the handle of his whip at Payton. “You and Ace will sit here next to the fire. I’ve already secured the areas with a few protective spells so no one should be able to break through, but I want a pair of extra eyes open just in case.”
Payton nodded and followed Spike to their tent.
Ace stared at Saw. He, like her, didn’t turn until the other kids had entered their respective tents.
She spoke before he could walk away. “Want to tell me where you got your information on the rebels?”
Saw lifted an inquiring brow. “Want to tell me why you think you can question my authority?”
Ace lowered her head. Darn, what had come over her? She never doubted the people in charge. She did what they said and kept her opinions of their orders to herself.
“You know instinctively things aren’t the same here as they were where you use to live. But no matter who I received the information from, the threat is still real.” Saw placed his hand on her shoulder. “Now, you better get dressed.”
She looked up. Her gaze slightly out of focus narrowed on his face, she caught a flick of enlightenment. A sudden notion popped into her head. “These rebels are coming here because of me, aren’t they?”
Saw blinked, but not before she read the truth. “When did you learn to read people’s thoughts?”
She tilted her head and stared at him. Had she read his mind? Confused, she stumbled back a few steps. “I don’t know. I’ve never had much luck at reading other people’s minds until I got here. Now, I’m beginning to wonder if you’ve put some type of spell on me.”
A sad smile flashed across his face. “No, I believe something has been blocking your ability so you wouldn’t get yourself into trouble. Here the protection is not needed.”
Again, he was talking in riddles. She had no clue why he’d say such a thing and fought the knowledge that he understood more about her than she knew about herself. “I better go get dressed.”
“Good idea, tomorrow we’ll work on introducing you to the art of magic.” Saw strolled back to his tent.
After he disappeared, Ace stood rooted to the spot for a few moments longer. A sting of something she’d never felt before sizzled through her veins. Could the man be right? Did she possess some type of magic? Or was he delusional? A product of too many hits to the head? Insane?
A shiver raced down her spine. Fear, excitement, a combination of the two? She pushed her doubts aside, stepped into the tent she shared with Vicki, and muttered to herself, “Thanks ever so much, Mr. Harris, for this new place to live.”
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So as you’ve learned so far I’m in a camp of orphans. I’m here my choice but yeah, it could be worst…
Damn, why did I say that…trouble seems to follow me wherever I go…
Unable to settle down, Ace swung her legs over the side of her cot and sat on the side. She adjusted her white, cotton gown around her legs. Her mind fought to find answers to all the questions running through her head.
Did Vicki believe she was being taught magic or was Saw deceiving everyone in the camp? After all, what did a bunch of kids know? And why only recruit orphans?
A low whisper interrupted Ace’s focus. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sound, using the technique her Indian father had taught her to damper all other sounds.
“Spike might be smart but that doesn’t mean he knows everything.” Tabby’s sickly-sweet voice filtered through the night.
“He’s very good at recognizing power. He says Ace’s levels are off the chart, maybe even stronger than Saw,” Payton whispered back.
Tabby giggled, “He’s just smitten with the girl.”
A light slap, then Payton answered, “Now don’t be like that.”
Ace shook her head and opened her eyes to tune them out. She should have suspected the two were involved. Today, Ace had learned Tabby liked attention, demanded it from every male in the camp. If she wasn’t flirting with one of the boys, she was spouting nonsense to Saw about how real people didn’t live in tents or work on farms.
Like the man cared.
He appeared amused, though Ace could tell he silently wished Tabby would just shut up. Then why pacify her?
Another question to mull over.
Everyone in the camp appeared to have secrets. What had brought them here? Why had they chosen to live with Saw? Or were they like her and not given a choice?
A sound like a bull-whip cracked through the night.
Ace sprang up, racing swiftly to the slit in the tent to peer through.
Vicki grumbled behind her, “What’s wrong?”
Ace glanced back to see the other girl rise from her bed.
“I don’t know. Saw is standing in the middle of the camp with a whip in his hand.”
Vicki stepped up next to Ace.
She clutched a hold of the other girl’s arm. “Does he do this often?”
“No.” Vicki tugged Ace through the opening. “Not unless there’s trouble. Big trouble.”
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Finding myself dumped in a camp of orphans wasn’t so bad. There were other kids my age and they seem nice…well, a few of them did.
Let me introduce you to them.
Saw waved a hand at Ace, directing her to step forward. “Okay, Ace, let me introduce you to everyone.”
The boys, who had been hovering nearby, now ventured forward.
Saw pointed to the blonde standing in front of him. “This here is Tabby.”
Ace studied the girl. Dress in a light-blue day dress, she appeared out of place in a camp where everyone lived in tents. No, hair done up in a French knot, expensive shoes, and uppity social graces pointed to the fact the girl was used to living high on the hog. Ace instantly disliked Tabby.
She did a little curtsy and gave Ace a half-hearted smile, a frown quickly followed. “My given name is Tabitha St. John. Saw, here, likes to give everyone shorter names and treats us all as if we’re hellions.” She waved a white, dainty hand as if he lacked any manners.
He ignored her and step back to draw the other girl forward. She shot a glare at Tabby before nodding at Ace in way of greeting. “Vicki, here, is your new tent mate.”
She smiled, her white teeth shining against her cinnamon-colored lips. “Victoria Montague.”
The clever roll of the girl’s name brought a smile to Ace’s face. “Florence Fox.”
Saw waved at the boys. “And those two over there are Payton and Spike.”
The older boy stepped forward and bowed his head. The hem of his pants riding around his ankles, he appeared to be outgrowing his clothes. “Payton Butcher.”
The younger one then followed suit with, “Nice to meet you. I’m Victor Walker, but everyone calls me Spike.”
The boy’s dirty-blond hair glowed with light around his head. His hazel eyes met hers. His glasses dampened the intensity of his gaze. Still a strange sensation shot through Ace. Heat sizzled in her cheeks. She shuffled her feet and dropped her gaze, staring at the ground unable to speak.
No, I can’t get involved with any of these people. Sooner or later, Saw, like everyone else, will ship me off to someplace else.
“Good, now that we’ve all been introduced. Payton and Spike, you both have work to do down at the corral. Tabby, move your stuff out of your old tent while Vicki shows Ace around.” He held out a hand. “I’ll keep your stuff in my tent until you’re through with the tour.”
Ace released her grip on her carpet bag and waited until Saw entered his tent before she turned to Vicki. The other girl stood eye to eye to Ace. “So is there much to see?”
Vicki laughed. “No, but it’s home.”
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I didn’t exactly want to hear those words but what can I say…they changed my life.
Hi I’m Ace, a wizard from the past. Here to day to tell you about the book C.B. McKee decided needed to be told.
She conjured me up and we talked about all that I’d been through and well, she just fell she had to share.
So here’s some of my story.
She shifted restlessly against the hard wood slats. “I, uh, didn’t ask to come here. Mr. Harris is the one who insisted I live with you.”
“Do you realize you have a powerful energy field?” Saw spoke as if she hadn’t said a word.
Ace blinked. Her adopted Indian father had told her the same thing many times. A spiritual leader of his tribe, he had a connection to the other worlds in the universe. Few people she’d met outside the Native American community understood energy fields or auras. What should she say? Was this a trick to make her admit she had some type of evil powers? Then he’d feel justified in killing her.
“Yes, people have mentioned that before.” She tucked her bag under her arm readying herself to spring into action should he make any unexpected movement.
“You haven’t though been taught to control your abilities and become a full wizard.” His sentence, more of a statement of fact than a question, didn’t require an answer yet she couldn’t let it go.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. There are no such things as wizards and magic. Those are things for horror stories and fairy tales.” She voiced the opinion of every white person she’d ever met, stifling the truth of what she’d seen during her time with her adopted tribe.
The sound startled her and she leaned back. Her shoulders hit the back of the chair. She stared at the man.
Without trying, she suddenly noticed how energy pulsed around his body. A golden glow captured her immediate attention. The fear she’d harbor against him melted. She drew in a cleansing breath. The man had no desire to do her any harm. In fact he had only her best interest at heart.
How did she know that?
She straightened, easing deeper onto the chair. “You’re a shaman too, aren’t you?”
He grinned and raised an eyebrow of inquiry. “Similar, but not the same. For now, though, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? Where did you pick up the entity residing within you?”
Ace shook her head, uncertain what the man was talking about. She had no other entity dwelling within her spirit. “I’m sorry. I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.”
He nodded. His piercing gaze nailed her, causing goose bumps to pop onto her skin. “All right, then tell me about your family. I believe your father and mother were killed when you were very young?”
The question revealed Mr. Harris had given Saw a brief history of her life thus far. “Yes, and then I lived with—” She paused not wanting to reveal the tribe she had belong to. They were good people and deserved to be left alone. “—a tribe of Indians for a while before I moved in with the minister and his wife.”
“That’s where Frank found you?”
“And you had no desire to come here?”
She eyed him cautiously. If he she said yes, would he take offense? Again, the gold in his aura calmed her fears. Her mind formed a connection to her father. Saw wanted to protect her from others. Why? She didn’t have a clue. “I was happy there and saw no reason to leave.”
“Maybe, but here you are going to learn the power you truly possess.”
Ace frowned. Puzzling bewilderment gnawed at her gut. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He opened his mouth as if to respond, but the sound of yelling outside his tent had him rising to his feet instead. “Darn it, what now?”
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Not many cars,
Main form of transportation is walking or riding in a buckboard wagon.
My book about my life in the past published in the future must be strange for all that read it.
But then my life is different than most.
Let me share the beginning of my story with you.
Ace is Wild
“I’m sure you’ll enjoy living with Saw much better than in town. He’ll keep you busy with activities so you won’t get into trouble,” the wiry old man yelled over the clank of the buckboard wagon, then spat out a dark string of tobacco.
Wrong, everyone will just feel better without me around.
Florence “Ace” Fox shoved back a long wisp of hair hanging around her face. The summer heat baked her clothes onto her body. No cooling breeze touched her skin, and the smell of the horses ahead turned her stomach. She had no desire to find a new home.
Shoot, she’d been perfectly happy, living with the preacher and his wife, but no, the town didn’t like her staying with the young couple. She, after all, had lived with Indians for a few months so she had to be nothing but a heathen.
Her wild, wicked ways would surely turn even the most God-fearing man into a beast so she had to be stashed away in a place where she wouldn’t hurt anyone.
Dad-blame-it, she’d never injured anyone in her life, not that she hadn’t wanted to, yet at five-two, and barely topping a hundred pounds, how could she compete with a man’s strength?
Didn’t matter, the people of Stoneville believed the devil lived inside her, so they were dropping her off in hell.
The parched land dotted with trees foretold a future without many comforts. She spotted a grouping of tents; a large one flanked by two smaller ones. A huge stone fireplace sat to one side of the campsite like it had once graced the inside of a cabin. Now no walls sheltered it.
The depressing sight tugged at Ace’s emotions. She fought the memories of the awful day when her parents had died. Tears blurred her vision and she worked to focus on her current situation.
“Hey, Saw, I have another orphan for ya,” Mr. Harris croaked out, probably because of the tight grip his shirt had on his neck. Every button closed. Not a speck of dirt marred the white stiff fabric or touched his black pants. His face worn with time, his thin hair plastered by sweat to his balding head, he looked to be well over a hundred, yet moved like a man half his age.
Ace scanned the area and caught sight of a big man emerging from the largest tent. Dressed in a faded, flannel shirt and cotton slacks, he appeared to be a farmer. Nevertheless, something about his sharp, eagle glare gave her the impression of a predator, a deadly slayer.
A shiver raced down her spine. She clutched the carpet bag in her lap tighter to her chest. “Are you sure this is a better place for me?”
Mr. Harris ignored the question. Instead, he tugged on the reins, drawing the wagon to a stop next to the mountain of a man. “Stay here, girlie, while I talk to Saw.”
The man beside her hopped off the wagon and tossed the reins on the seat. Every instinct in her body screamed for her to take control and grab the leather straps. If she slapped them against the horses’ rumps, she could be out of sight in no time.
Free with no means to take care of herself.
Dropping her bag to the buckboard’s floor, she turned and jumped over the side. Once on solid ground, she shoved down her skirt and silently wished for a cooling breeze.
Yes, she might have to stay here but she no longer had to mind what Mr. Harris said. The stogy old geezer had started their journey at the crack of dawn, provided her one chance to relieve herself, followed by hours of stone silence. A great traveling partner.
Stretching her legs, she walked to the large wall tent where the two men had disappeared. Their voices filtered through the flap.
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Travel back in time and see how the crazy life I was living got crazier. I thought I was a normal girl. Yes, I had lost my parents and was shuffled from place to place, but I didn’t think about the strange happening around me. I perceived them as normal.
Then, I ended up in a camp for orphans but not just any type of orphans. These kids were different…I was different.
Come join me on a journey into the past and find out history for some is not the same for others.
Uprooted from a small Texas town, Florence “Ace” Fox is stashed in a camp for orphans, Weirdness abounds with the director talking of wizards and casting spells. He even claims she’s possessed, and that the entity is sending her power levels off the charts.
Rebel Wizards learn of her strength and decide they can use Ace to their benefit and greed to gain control of The World!! They plot against her.
In danger and on the run, Ace and her friends’ travel through the old west looking for a way to rid her of the entity. They discover that only the leaders of the wizarding world can help, but will she like their solution?
Jail, death, or powerless.