The Invaders | Page 6

didn't wake Jerry--he was sitting in bed, staring into the darkness. There was a pile of books beside him; he knocked them over getting up to answer the door.
Mike Carver stumbled in. He dropped into a chair, panting. Jerry went for a bottle and glass. Carver gulped the drink, then held the tumbler out for another.
"I run all the way down the ridge," he gasped, "till I catched a ride. I figgered you ought to know what happened. It got my brother Ed."
Jerry's lean face hardened.
"Yeah. It was prowlin' around. We went after it, an' shot it."
"But you said ..."
"I said it killed Ed." The old lips tightened. "We gave it one slug through the heart and one through the head. They didn't even slow it down."
"You mean," Jerry asked carefully, "that they didn't have any effect at all?"
Mike nodded. He tipped the glass, wiped his ragged sleeve across his face, and rose.
"Where are you going?"
"Back to the cabin."
"Mike, you can't go there!"
"That's where my brother's body is."
"Look," Jerry said evenly, "you can't help him now. Stay here with me, and we'll go up in the morning."
Carver shook his head. "My brother's there at the cabin. I got to set up with him." There was no arguing against that tone of simple and utter finality.
"All right. Wait till I get some clothes on, and I'll drive you back."
A few minutes later they passed through Wide Bend's deserted streets and started out the road to the valley. Carver rolled down his window and spat tobacco juice. "Feller was up to see us," he said gloomily. "Told us people was losin' things all over the county--includin' two kids. Said crops has shrunk. Said water in the forks is way down."
"He's right."
"Said people were gettin' the idea Dark Valley was livin' off the rest of the land. Feedin' on it, like a parasite. How crazy you think that is?"
* * * * *
Slowly, Jerry said, "I'm not sure it's crazy at all."
Carver brooded. "I shot that thing tonight. Should 'a been dead if a critter ever was. Then I seen it go after Ed."
"You know what all this means, don't you? Witchcraft. Something people haven't believed in for hundreds of years."
"Mebbe they better get started again."
They were nearing the divide that overlooked Dark Valley. "Mike, I've been reading up on it, for hours. Everything I could find. And it fits. It's been the hardest struggle I ever had--admitting such a thing existed. But it was either acknowledge that or lose my mind."
The night seemed colder as they started downward. Unaccountably, the headlights dimmed.
"Somethin' watchin' us," Carver said suddenly, as the car bored on through the thick and swirling darkness.
Jerry nodded. His hands gripped the wheel until the knuckles were white. Sweat began to glisten on his forehead.
The headlights picked out a dark spot, that looked like a yawning hole. Jerry stamped on the brake, skidded slightly. But there was only a shallow rut, deformed by shadows. He pressed the accelerator ... and the motor died. Hurriedly, he jabbed the starter button, pumped the gas pedal. Again he pushed it, and again, as the lights faded from the drain on the battery.
"What's the matter?" Carver's old voice was thin.
"Flooded, maybe. Better let her sit a minute."
The darkness pressed close around them, shifted and danced. Chill air moved over their faces.
"Mike."
"Yeah."
"Why didn't that animal come after, you, too?"
Carver breathed heavily for a moment. Then he took something from his shirt pocket and held it out. Jerry's fingers moved over it. A crucifix.
"My mother give it to me a long time ago."
"That's probably the only thing that could have saved you. From what I read, they can't stand a cross. And silver's got something to do with it." Jerry reached into his own pocket. "Feel this."
Carver's rough hand fumbled over the object.
"Made it this evening. Took a cold chisel and hammer to an old silver tray. Not fancy, but it was all I had."
"You done that, before I came and told you about Ed?"
Jerry nodded grimly. "I'm convinced we're up against something terrible. And believe me, Mike, I'm scared."
* * * * *
The shadows drew closer, thicker still. They seemed charged with menace.
With a catch in his voice, Jerry said, "Maybe now's the time to try it."
Carver's head jerked around.
"I mean smash Merklos and his tribe for good."
"How?"
"With fire, and the silver crosses."
After a long pause, Carver said, "What about Ed?"
"We'll get to your cabin. We're not far from the first farm. We can go right up the valley. If it works."
"And if it don't?"
"We might end up like Ed."
Carver turned and spat out the window. "I don't want to, but I will."
They got out of the car, into the humming darkness. They took gunny sacks and rags from the trunk compartment and soaked them in