Cecille Farrington and the Lights in the Sky
Chapter One
THE WHEATFIELD CIRCLE (A SELECTED SECTION)
By
Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Instead of simply stopping, Jett pulled over to the roadside a fair distance away. This let him and Fred get out of the car and thus make it harder to send them away. It also gave him a hell of a view. When the soldier who had thrust out the hand made it to him, Jett simply asked, “What is everyone out there in the field looking at?”
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Fred was snapping photographs, but by keeping the soldier occupied, Jett was able to stop him from interfering, for a while at least.
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“That’s classified, sir, I need you to get back in your car and get that out of here.”
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“But we came to visit our friends.” Jett extemporized.
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The soldier was taken aback by that. “You’re here to see the Meltons?”
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“Yeah, right, the Meltons.” Jett grabbed at the name, he’d been innocent of the farmer’s name to this point. “Good, long-time friends of mine.”
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He must have laid it on too thick, for the soldier looked at him sharply. “Which one?”
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Jett hesitated only a split second. “John Melton.”
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“You’re a friend of John Melton?” the soldier asked.
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“Yeah, yeah, John Melton. Can you tell old Johnny I’m here?”
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“Be kind of hard to do that.” the soldier smirked in triumph. “John Melton’s been dead for over twenty-one years. Only his widow and son left here.”
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“I meant John, Jr.” Jett tried again.
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“Their son is not named John, Jr., and you two need to get back in your car and get out of here. Now.” The soldier responded.
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Jett sighed. “Well, you can’t blame a person for trying.”
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“I can and do. Now get back in your car and...hello?”
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“Hello what?” Jett asked, but the soldier was looking past him. Another car was approaching and the soldier turned to deal with it as it approached. But this car didn’t stop on the road like Jett had, it careened on past them, veered at the last second to avoid the roadblock, and was around it and heading toward the wheatfield.
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“Hmph! Just driving around. Wish I’d thought of doing that.” Jett observed as the soldiers ran squawking after the errant driver, forgetting Jett and his car entirely.
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“Now what?” Fred asked.
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“Now we go see what’s going on.” Jett said and led the way. Fred was encumbered with his photographic equipment, a fair sized box of various lenses and such, and Jett quickly left him far behind.
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The car stopped at the edge of the field that held the activity that Jett had pointed at; an athletic young man sprang out of the back seat of the car and began a long, easy lope through the field toward the lookers. An older man exited from the chauffeur’s seat and followed his master.
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Jett saw that the coast was, thanks to this arrogant young lord, clear for him. “Come on, let’s go!” he told Fred.
THE END OF THIS SAMPLE
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