Home of Sword and Soul
Bass prodded the dying fire with a nearby branch.
"That old man took me to his cabin nearby then gave me something to drink that killed the pain. Then he went to work. I can't tell you all what he did or how he did it. I just know that when my senses finally took hold of me again I felt better than new. It wasn't until I lifted my arm that I realized something wasn't right.
Bass pulled up his sleeve, revealing his metal appendage. Dorothy scooted closer to see. It looked like a normal arm in every way except it was pure metal, but not a normal metal. It moved and flexed, but when she touched it it was hard like iron.
"Did you feel that?" she asked.
"Just like you was touching skin," Bass replied.
Dorothy whistled. "I don't think Moses could do anything like that."
"Probably not," Bass replied. "It ain't her talent. That old man told me he was a root worker from down round New Orleans. Said he had a gift for healing and fixin'. Also said he had a nose for werewolves and vampires and such. Said it was passed down to him from his daddy, who got from his daddy. Since he didn't have no children he was passing it on to me."
"So where's your artifact?" Dorothy asked.
Bass patted his metal arm. "See what didn't tell you is that this arm belonged to that old man. He took it off then latched it on to me."
"Lord Jesus!" Dorothy said.
"Once I was healed up he told me all about this arm and these guns. Told me I had to promise him one thing. That if I came along one of those werewolves or vampires I had to kill them. They were signs of things to come. If I killed them all, maybe those things wouldn't come."
"So that's why you're here," she said.
Bass nodded. "I came here hunting one creature, but it looks like I'm going to end up with two."
"You think that Kiowa woman is a werewolf?"
"She might be," Bass replied. "But if she was she wouldn't have any need for your necklace."
Dorothy didn't agree with Bass. If she was a werewolf she also wouldn't have needed healing.
"We won't figure it out tonight," Bass said. "Best we get some rest and start out early morning."
Dorothy went to her horse for her blanket. Bass stared at her as she laid the blanket out.
"What you looking at?"
Bass rested his arms on his knees. "I was just thinking it might get a little cold tonight. We should sleep close."
"Come close to me and you'll have to find that old man to fix more than your arm," she warned.
Bass laughed. "You a hard woman, Miss Dorothy."
"Yes I am. Now go to sleep."
Dorothy laid on her back wide awake. Bass began to snore a few minutes later. She looked up into the night sky, her mind heavy.
"Miss Tubman, what kind of world you done brought me into?" she whispered.
She stared into the sky for an answer until sleep finally had its way.