Stiff from riding, I stopped at a scenic overlook. Trees surrounded a deep gorge, running water a faint echo below. Clouds formed a mini-eclipse, only the outline of the full moon discernible.
Graveled footsteps prompted my turn. A man, his
fist wrapped with rosary beads, cross dangling, muffed a punch while
mouthing a useless exorcism. I knew his family.
“Not demon.” My fist connected. “Don’t make me hurt you.”
He drew a blade, probably dipped in holy water.
I sighed at necessity.
I left his unconscious body at the edge, hoping he’d roll over. But first, I took his keys.