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Chapter 1.
"Erica can you come down here please?!" My mother called.
As I walked down the steps of my mothers western styled home, I wiped my unbrushed shoulder length brown hair out of my blue eyes. When I entered the old west styled kitchen, I saw my mother, Phyllis Webb, sitting at the table clutching a letter in her hand. I took a seat next to her and I diddn't say a word.
"It's your Aunt Kate." My mother told me. "She has Lung Cancer"
"Dad's sister?" I asked
"Yes" My mother simply said.
My father, Robet Webb, died about three months ago, also due to Lung Cancer. I was in my third year in College when he died, and I was forced to drop out and move back home to help my mother with the ranch we owned. When I wasn't busy working on the ranch, I was at my part time as a museum securty guard, or solving some mystery that I always stumble into.
"She sent me a letter asking me to help her. " My mother told me holding up the letter.
"Okay, when do you leave?" I asked not knowing the proper thing to say.
"Today ,at 12:00pm" My mother told me.
"I'll go get my Pickup ready." I replyed walking out of my mothers kitchen
I walked over to the barn, where I had parked my burgandy and silver Chevy S-10 pickup the previous night. I got in and waited for my mother, who had to say good bye to all of our horses, chickens and Cows.
"Mom your only going to be gone a week!" I called as she put her luggage in my pickup and got in.
As we drove through Dinsmore Califorina, the town we lived in, I could tell my mother was upset about my Aunt Kate because all she did was look out the pickup window.
"Were here!" I said pulling up to Dinsmore Municiple Airport.
"Yep." My mother said getting out of my truck
I helped my mom unload her luggage, then climbed back into my pickup. I glanced back at my mom, who was walking into the airport, her head hung low. As I drove home, I listened to the radio, and thought about my father, my mother, and my Aunt Kate. When I pulled up to my home, I looked at my watch, it was 9:59am, I had at least 10 minutes, to change into more proper clothes, brush my hair and go to work. I raced up the stairs to my room, which was covered with country music stars such as Randy Travis, Brad Paisley, Rascall Flatts and Johnny Cash. I brushed my hair and put in a bariad, and I put on my securety guard uniform and raced downstairs and ran out the door, locking the door behind me, and got in my pickup and drove to the museum.
"I'm going to be late!" I thought.
Luckly I wasn't late, I passed every green light on the way. I hurredly parked my truck and ran into the museum, when I was greeted by Lori Perkins, the museum Curator here. She had long black hair pulled back into a pony tail and was wearing a striped blue and white shirt, and black jeans, she had a worried look on her face, which made me worry.
"Hi Lori" I said gasping for breth.
"I have something to show you" She said.
I fowoled Lori to the back of the museum, which was the old sheriff's office, now decorated with guns, safes, and wanted posters, led me out the door and on to the old gallows, which was a popular place in the museum, and led me down the steps to the ground, where I saw a man, a man I wished I would never see again. His name? Michael Blessing.
"Oh no, oh gosh no" I whispered under my breth.
