“Beware of our ghost, Fero the sabre-toothed cat”,
Ranted old chief Tallfeather, “Although he froze roughly 10,000 years ago.”
I told myself I wasn’t worried about some frozen cat, even if
Dan Inez swore he saw cat eyes coming towards him across the lake one night. I
Got one job, and if I’ve got to get on this lake, ghost cat or not, then
Everybody needs to stand back. In the haze, row boat steady, I stand.
There’s even a green glow to the haze. I weigh the options before me. My
Handgun at the ready. Ya see, Dan Inez hired me to rid the lake of Fero.
Even though the handgun was useless, it made me feel safe. Shaman Tantu
Gave me the herbs and the spell to use. “Shaze Rokoo, Shaze Rokoo”. For
A few gold coins, I’d say and do whatever. Anchors aweigh to end this here and now.
Plenty of our elders tell the tale of Fero and Wyatt Earp, at the hearth, reeking of smoke. A
Sly grin and a wink at the children who listen. Will you find the skull of Fero today?