Gunpowder, Magic, and Lead

Gunpowder, Magic, and Lead

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Orennox is a wizard who has been around since the world was made. As technology progresses, magic tends to wane and Orennox adapts to the trends. Now called Oren Knox, he is mostly known as a gunfighter, a notoriously cheap gunfighter who will use magic to make one bullet do the work of many so he doesn't have to keep buying ammunition. His quest is to locate the last Earth Nodes, the last strongholds of magic, and harness their power with the goal of bringing back his trapped wife. In order to find these Earth Nodes, he must use the services of the female Diabolists (night witches) who can sense the magic from long distances. Only, Diabolists are extremely rare and there is a psychopathic killer out there who wants them all dead. After losing one Diabolist to fate, Oren must protect his new asset from those who would hunt her down and kill her so he can find enough magic to complete his quest. However, he is not the only wizard left looking for Diabolists, Diabolists have minds of their own, and, according to him, everyone Oren comes in contact with is a sidewinding, low down, scoundrel.

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Chapter 1 The Certainty of Time

“Tobias Martin Cain, in accordance with this court and the verdict of the jury of guilty beyond a reasonable doubt, I hereby sentence you to hang by the neck until dead.” The rough, grey-haired judge slammed down a gavel to seal his sentencing. “Do you have any final words for the court?” Tobias cleared his throat and smoothed back his perpetually greasy hair. He cast his steely blue eyes downward. “Just this.” He raised his head and looked directly at the judge. “Sacrificium maleformium distancium.” The judge blinked and his eyes appeared to glaze over, then his face contorted into a snarl. “I give you the change to save your condemned soul and you choose to spout gibberish at this court. The hanging is to be carried out two days hence at the completion of the town gallows. Perhaps you can think of something more appropriate to say before the executioner consigns you to oblivion!” The judge slammed down the gavel again. “Court dismissed. Deputies, take this idiot aw

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8 Chapters

Chapter 1 The Certainty of Time

“Tobias Martin Cain, in accordance with this court and the verdict of the jury of guilty beyond a reasonable doubt, I hereby sentence you to hang by the neck until dead.” The rough, grey-haired judge slammed down a gavel to seal his sentencing. “Do you have any final words for the court?” Tobias cleared his throat and smoothed back his perpetually greasy hair. He cast his steely blue eyes downward. “Just this.” He raised his head and looked directly at the judge. “Sacrificium maleformium distancium.” The judge blinked and his eyes appeared to glaze over, then his face contorted into a snarl. “I give you the change to save your condemned soul and you choose to spout gibberish at this court. The hanging is to be carried out two days hence at the completion of the town gallows. Perhaps you can think of something more appropriate to say before the executioner consigns you to oblivion!” The judge slammed down the gavel again. “Court dismissed. Deputies, take this idiot aw
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Chapter 2 The Diabolist

Oren Knox holstered his six shooters. The lithe shadow had ducked into some trees up ahead and his eyesight wasn’t as good as it used to be, even in the daytime, much less at night. He felt around on the ground for his walking staff and found it. The staff felt cold to the touch but the rough surface wasn’t so polished it wouldn’t offer him a way to prop himself back up into a standing position. The old wound in his leg gave him fits, especially on cold nights like this, but he had learned to ignore it, mostly. He put the staff under his right arm and rubbed his cold hands together, blowing on them to get the circulation going again. He reached into his duster overcoat and produced his leather gloves. After carefully pulling on each glove in turn, he grasped his staff and moved through the snow toward the trees where the shadow had gone. The crisp air was laden with moisture and, sure enough, after he took a few more steps the snow began to fall. He tightened his duster as h
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Chapter 3 The Old Place

After a three hour ride, Oren turned off the main road into the woods. He and Loril wended their way through the trees and dead underbrush for another two hours. The large densely populated trees kept the bulk of the new falling snow from accumulating on the ground, but enough of the white stuff was falling to give the area beneath the trees an inch or two. Occasionally the barren tree limbs became too heavy with snow and large deposits of it dropped to the ground making a strange whipping sound as the branch whooshed back into place. It also wasn’t uncommon to hear the loud snapping of branches so laden with snow that they broke under the weight instead of sheading their burden. Each time a branch moved or broke, Oren flinched and scrutinized the area, in the general direction of the noise, intently. “Worried we’re being followed?” Loril asked after one such tree snap. “Wouldn’t surprise me none.” Oren said in his low, grumbling voice. “But, there are no tra
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Chapter 4 The Secret of Astra

Oren led Loril through some trees on a worn path until they could hear the sounds of rushing water up ahead. Oren walked at a brisk pace and Loril struggled to keep up. “Hey, slow down, Where’s the fire?” Oren slowed his pace, “Sorry, I forget myself sometimes.” “Why didn’t you let Cain come with us? I can handle myself.” “Two charmers together mean trouble. I learned that lesson the hard way over the years. It’s best he stays behind.” “I’m sure I could hold him off.” Oren stopped to face her, “Just what do you think would happen?” “I don’t know, he might make advances at me?” “That’s the least of it. Charmers are pulled to each other as it is but when they are both in the presence of an Earth node the pull is almost irresistible. You may be able to handle it right now but the longer you both stay in this Earth node the harder it will get.” “What are you afraid of?” Loril asked. Oren resumed walking towa
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Chapter 5 The Stranger

Oren and Cain waited for the man to meander across the clearing toward the cabin. The stranger, dressed all in black including his dirt covered duster, reined in his horse a few steps before Oren. His face was trail-worn but not unpleasant, “Forgive me, but I didn’t realize the node was occupied.” He said in a low, slightly raspy, voice.“It is, state your business, Stranger.” Oren said. He knew that since the man knew about the node he must be a wizard or some other person sensitive to magic, not a good person to have around a Diabolist.“I need to get cleaned up and my horse needs feeding and we both need a good night’s rest. We have been traveling for quite some time.” He gazed around, “This is still a free zone, isn’t it? I have just as much right to it as you.”“The grounds of his Earth Node are neutral, that hasn’t changed,” Oren said, “but we claimed this night alrea
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Chapter 6 Paradise to Dust

The light rain came in the night and kept falling throughout the morning as Oren and Cain led Loril and Isiah out of the Earth Node. Oren knew it was raining because he noticed the stream running into the node had swelled when he went to wash up for breakfast. He patted his jacket to make sure he had returned the spell nodes to his vest after filling them with magical energy. They were there as evidenced by the tinkle of the glass against stone and the lump from his vest. The light rain accumulated on the brim of his hat and ran off the edges. It was a cold rain. If the temperature had been just a few degrees lower it would have been more snow instead. He suspected it still might change over as the day wore on.“I hate rain after a snow.” Cain said as if he were reading Oren’s mind, “It makes the snow from before mushy and damp. I wish the weather would make up its mind and either snow or rain but not both.”“The weather will turn co
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Chapter 7 Three Dead, One Lead

Cain led Oren up the stairs to the balcony overlooking the saloon. There were two men in the hallway near the rooms almost like they were guarding them.“Who are they?” Oren asked.“They’re the guards. They are employed by the owner of the outpost.”A scream from one of the rooms prompted Oren to draw his weapon. Both guards also drew but instead of running toward the rooms they fired at Oren and Cain. Oren was taken off guard and failed to shield them from the bullets. Oren was caught in in the left arm and Cain recoiled so Oren knew he was hit too. The guards both hunkered down into defensive positions.Oren, knowing he and Cain were vulnerable used his magic on the next bullet fired and dispatched both guards. After they were struck, he winced and held his arm. He looked into his bloody hand. “You hurt bad?” He asked Cain who was also clutching his arm, except it was his right arm.“I’ll live
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Chapter 8 Trust, Truth, and Consequences

Branson motioned for his two henchmen to follow him away from Oren, who was still as death on the cold ground. Oren could hear the men talking but wisely kept silent. The scruffy henchman Harlan hesitated, “Shouldn’t we make sure he’s dead?”Branson tightened his coat to ward off the cold. “Sure, if you want but look around you. It’s a snowy, frigid, winter’s night. He has no horse. No one is around for miles. Where would he go? Let him suffer. He will be dead soon enough. Mount up.“If you say so.” Harlan said. “But if he does somehow survive, don’t go complaining about it to me.”“What about what he has on him? I’m going to search him.” The other henchmen said.“There is no time for that less you want to die out here in the cold too. The storm is picking up. Looks to me like a blizzard is coming.” Branson reigned his horse, “Check him if you feel
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