Previously Ella Mae and her daughter fled Eureka Springs, Arkansas, and took refuge with Hunter Farmham at his isolated Iowa farm, hiring on to clean and cook. In early spring, Hunter hired a couple, Ben and Inez, to do the planting. Averil, Ella’s precocious daughter, warned her mother the Ben and Inez were not what they seemed and on a mission.
The expanded family fell into an easy routine with Ben and Inez preparing for planting, while Ella and Averil took care of the house and meals. Hunter noticed in the evenings Averil would stand by an old Elm tree watching the sun go down. As darkness fell, Hunter discerned a faint aura around the young girl. The sight stirred Hunter, yet made the hairs on the back of his neck stand, sending shivers down his spine. Who was this girl?
One night Ben got his call from Boston. The geeks had drained Hunter’s Des Moines Bank account and recovered some of the stolen funds. “Time to take care of business.” The voice said cryptically.
Ben got out of bed, dressed in his blacks and took his snout-silenced revolver.
“Don’t mess it up.” Inez said acidly from bed. “And do the half-breed and her weird daughter.”
Leaving the cottage, Ben went to the main house, entering through the kitchen. Hunter slept in a downstairs suite to the left. Ben stopped in the hallway, startled by a presence bathed in pale moonlight at the other end of the hall. It was Averil in a translucent gown, her black hair loose and her green eyes glittering in the dim light with a golden aura about her head. Averil’s arms were extended as if an angel, her hands splayed, welcoming the errant Ben.Ben aimed the silenced gun, but felt a shock as Averil glided forward. He fell to his knees, and then gasped as a spirit gripped his soul; the pistol fell to the floor. Averil came forward and put her arms around Ben, pulling him close, whispering. She helped him to his feet and led him outside, directing Ben to kneel by the Elm tree, facing east to wait sunrise.
Averil then went around the house to the cottage and opened the door. Inez looked up in astonishment as Averil entered and quickly moved to the bed. Averil took Ben’s pillow and hovered over Inez. The muscular Inez was startled, then amused, and looked with disdain at the frail, young girl, who smiled down at her.
Without a word, Averil put the pillow over Inez’s face, and she suddenly found herself pinned to the bed. The woman struggled to scream, to fight, but could only manage a whine. And in a few minutes, Inez was still.
There were many souls worth saving, but also those not.