Chapter 12 of The Power of Steam Compels You

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CHAPTER 12

The Fergusons got Molly to her feet, and though she wobbled a bit, Wallace had no doubt she'd be fine after a natural night's sleep. All four held huge smiles for the Spirit Wranglers, but as they stepped forward to thank them, Bart let out a yelp. He dug the amulet out of his pocket and flung it across the room.

"White hot," he said, looking at where it had flown, disbelief etched on his face.

Everyone else turned to look at it. Where raw energy, almost spiritual magnetic, flowed off it earlier, now Wallace felt nothing but pure evil pulsing from it. It wasn't his supernatural sense that told him that. Judging by the stillness, the uneasiness, in the room, the others felt it, too.

They stood like that for a minute or two, which seemed much longer. Nessy was the first to move. She didn't say anything, but moved over to her equipment and began packing it away. Rachel followed her over.

"Can I help?"

Wallace saw right away it was her way of apologizing for using the capture gun and banishing device earlier. Nessy stared hard into the other woman's eyes for a moment, but then gave a curt nod."

"Sure. Can you bring me those empty burlap sacks?"

That broke the tension in the room, and the other Fergusons moved towards Wallace and Joshua. Bart's hand was extended for a handshake. Before either of the Wranglers could take it, and ear-splitting siren wailed outside.

"What in the world?" Nessy sputtered.

"It can't be," Bart said.

"They always give warning when they test it," Abel said. "And when have they ever set it off at night?"

"What is it?" Joshua asked.

"The Rock Men Alert," Bart said. "But as Abel said, there's no reason for it to be blaring right now."

"Must mean it's not a test," Nessy said.

"Impossible," Molly said. "Prosperity has never seen a Rock Man."

Rachel headed out of the great room towards the front entry hall. "Well, let's go check it out."

Everyone followed.

Once outside, one of the servants ran up to them. "We have a cart all set for you, Mr. Ferguson." The young man looked at the Spirit Wranglers. "There's room for you three, as well."

"What's going on, Maxwell?" Bart asked.

"Rock Men, sir. Some of the miners spotted them deep in the mine, headed for the surface. The wall will never hold them, so we need to get you out of town."

"There should be plenty of dynamite locked in the mine storage shed," Rachel said. "If the monsters are still deep underground, there's plenty of time to mount a defense."

The servant, Maxwell, flashed an apprehensive look down towards the main street and the town's front gate. "Maybe so, ma'am, but we still need to get you out to safety. And, to be honest, I'm hoping the rest of us can flee once you're gone."

"Go get the cart," Bart said. Maxwell didn't need to be told twice, and was around the corner of the house in seconds.

"We can't abandon our town," Abel said. He looked as if he was ready to deck his father.

"We're not." Bart turned towards Wallace. "Am I right in thinking something is drawing them here?"

"Yes. I have no doubt about it."

"What?" Molly asked. "What's drawing them here?"

Bart broke from the group and sprinted back into the house. "The amulet," he called over his shoulder as he ran.

"Of course," Joshua said. "With the evil pulsing off of it, what else could it be?"

"But why now?" Rachel asked. "We've had that for quite a while."

"I felt something wrong as soon as we banished the demon," Wallace said. "I couldn't tell you what, but I guess now we know. It either activated the amulet when it left, or imprinted its own evil on top of it."

"Do you think we can capture one of them things?" Nessy said and nudged Joshua. "You can finally study one."

"I can handle a lasso," Rachel said. No one laughed, but the tension in the air died down a bit. Before anyone could comment further, Bart ran out of the house with a thick towel in his hands, no doubt smothering the amulet.

He looked to Abel as soon as he was close enough. "As soon as Maxwell gets here with that cart, help him unhook the horse. As quick as you can."

"What? Why?"

"Please don't argue, son." Then, to Wallace, he said, "If I run the amulet out to Miner's Canyon, those things will still destroy our town before chasing, won't they? It's a rhetorical question, as you don't know any more about those monsters than I do, but that's what I think will happen."

His family objected to him going at all, but he hushed them with a simple raise of his hand. Wallace had no doubt such a move wouldn't usually work on his kids, let alone his wife, but it did in this charged situation. Joshua fielded Bart's query instead of Wallace.

"My best guess is that if you get into the mine before they leave it, they'll chase the amulet without worrying about the town. Otherwise, whatever evil magic is leading them to it will have them destroy at least part of the town before following further."

They could hear Maxwell returning with the cart, and before he rounded the corner, Abel bolted towards him. Seconds later, he came back with the machine horse, sans cart. "I pulled the emergency release. Figured the extra hassle of putting it back was okay this time."

"Indeed," Bart said. He tousled his son's hair. "I have no doubt you'll step into my shoes just fine at the store if I don't make it back."

"Don't say that," Molly said with a moan. "Why do you have to be the one to do this anyway?"

He gave her a hug and kissed the top of her head. "Because all of this is my fault. From taking the amulet in the first place to being a hard-head about it and letting that hinder the Spirit Wranglers."

"Me, too," Rachel said. "But your father is a better rider than I am."

"Mr. Ferguson," Maxwell shouted. "They say the Rock Men are nearing the mine entrance. Are you sure you don't want to hook that back up to the cart?"

"No, Maxwell," he called. Then, to them, he said, "My cue to leave."

"Head as deep into the mine as you can and drop the amulet. When they reach it, my guess is they'll bleed back into the rocks. Let's all hope so, anyway."

"Ride hard and quick, but be careful," Wallace said.

Bart nodded, mounted the machine horse, and looked at his family. "I'll be back soon. I promise."

Molly and Abel nodded, while Rachel said, "I'm holding you to that." As he rode off, the look on her face proved she didn't believe it was one he could possibly keep.

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CHAPTER 11

Everything was set. With a quick flip of a button, Molly Ferguson would not only die, but be freed from the demon. If Nessy's contraption worked properly, and Wallace had to admit they almost always did, Molly's heart would begin beating again a few seconds later. All they needed was for her ticker to stop, and they could banish the demon without repercussions. If everything went according to plan, and they got a heaping helping of luck on top of it, they Fergusons could go to bed tonight without any supernatural threats to their souls.

Wallace nodded to Nessy, and she moved to power on the device. This was it. Before her hand reached the switch, though, Bart leaped forward.

"You can't kill my daughter!" He grabbed Nessy's wrist and wrestled her away from the device. Before anyone could move forward to separate them, the demon exploded into the room and zipped around as fast as it had the first time when it targeted Molly.

"Protect the family," Wallace barked at Joshua, while he sprinted to the sulfurous circle to turn on the device they hoped would distract the evil demon.

He smacked the button at the same instant the demon broke out of its spin around the room. Like it had done with Molly, it fired right at Rachel's chest, but instead of flowing through her, it knocked into her, sending her flying backwards five feet. It didn't follow up, but rather turned towards Wallace and the device. He leaped out of the circle, careful not to knock any of the salt out of place. He couldn't be in there when the thing arrived.

"Joshua, man the holy water cannon." His researcher had hustled over to Rachel Ferguson, where Abel was already by her side.

He hesitated for a second, but Abel looked up and said, "She's fine. Go."

As he rushed back to the circle and the holy water, he said, "Should we help Ness?"

"You know my sister. She'll get the job done."

They turned to make sure Wallace's trust wasn't misplaced, and she proved right away it wasn't. Bart had size and strength on her, but he couldn't match her tenacity. He had both of her wrists pinned to her side, but instead of giving up, she stomped hard on his toes with her metal leg. Even though there were hollow compartments in it, it was still heavier than a natural appendage. Bart grunted his pain, but didn't let go, so she rammed her forehead into his chin. That did it. He let go and grabbed his face, while she leapt at the button to start the contraption.

Once her palm smacked against it, Molly's body jerked up once, and then went still. Wallace didn't wait to see if she'd draw breath again in a few seconds. He dumped a pile of sulfurous salt down to complete the circle, and not a moment too soon. The demon had been transfixed by the device in the center, but had already begun to lose interest. Joshua let loose with the holy water, soaking the supernatural beast. The water passed through the barrier with no problem, but, as they'd both planned and hoped for, the demon couldn't move through it.

As Joshua emptied the payload from the handheld water cannon, Wallace turned to grab the banishing device. Nessy had beaten him to it, however. She leveled the device at the demon, said, "The power of steam compels you," and blasted the thing back to its own dimension.

Relief traveled through the room as a huge weight lifted. Wallace had no doubt the others could feel it without the benefit of his extra supernatural sense. He turned to make sure everyone was okay and saw they were. Molly Ferguson sat up, and her family stood around her, all chattering excitedly. Rachel looked no worse for wear after the collision with the demon.

"Another job well done, boss," Nessy said, patting him on the back.

"Still think this one was easier than those in Phoenix, Ness?" Joshua asked, a big grin on his face.

Her answer was to stick her tongue out at him. Joshua laughed at this, while Wallace was only able to give a distracted chuckle. He couldn't put his finger on what, but something wasn't quite right.

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CHAPTER 10

The Spirit Wranglers readied the battlefield, which would take place in the Fergusons' great room. An almost complete circle of sulfurous salt, the demon's soon-to-be prison, lay in the center of the room. It would take only one quick pour to complete the circle. In the center of it lay a device that, once activated, should draw all of the demon's attention. If it didn't … well, Wallace didn't want to think about that possibility. Also within grabbing distance were the hand cannon ready to shoot out holy water, and the banishing device. If all went to plan, once the demon entered the circle, Wallace would pour the rest of the salt, Joshua would blast the evil with holy water, and Nessy would banish it back to whatever realm it came from.

Of course, before any of that could happen, Molly Ferguson's soul had to be freed from the demon. To do that, she had to die. Judging by how much fight the two elder Fergusons had given the Wranglers every step of the way, they wouldn't be too keen on this plan.

"All set except for the last piece," Nessy said.

"Can you sense it?" Joshua asked. "I wonder why it let us set everything up without attacking."

The Fergusons, who were huddled around Molly, perked up at the question and gave Wallace their undivided attention.

"It's close, but still biding its time. I doubt it wants to attack when we're on high alert."

"Good point," Joshua said. "This one isn't one of the geniuses from the demon world, but it's no dummy, either."

"No doubt it'll wait for a moment of weakness from us. It's practically a game for it."

"Some game," Rachel muttered.

"Indeed," Wallace said. "Nessy, hook Molly up to the final piece of equipment."

"What's all this, then?" Bart said, eying the cords which Nessy would paste to Molly's skin.

Joshua saved Wallace the explanation. "When the demon dove through her and caused the coma, it didn't devour her soul, but rather tethered itself to her. If we banish it with her soul attached, she'll go with it, and there will be no way of getting her back. She won't be simply dead, but eradicated. Therefore, we need to snap their connection, and the only way to do that is to stop her heart for a moment."

"But that will kill her, won't it?" Rachel said, going even more pale than she already was.

"Now see here!" said Bart.

This time Abel jumped into the conversation.

"Would you two shut up? We have experts here risking their own souls to help us, and you refuse to so much as listen to them. If you hadn't followed your own greed, Molly wouldn't be in this danger. Both of you swallow your stupid pride and let them save your daughter, my sister."

Wallace hid a smile behind his hand at the look of utter shock and disbelief on both of his parents' faces. He was even more surprised Nessy didn't chime in with a comment. He might have to give her a bit of a bonus for that when this was over. If they made it out alive, anyway.

Bart nodded first at Abel, and then at Wallace and the Wranglers.

"Save our family," Rachel said.

"We will. Nessy, get Molly ready." He hoped his voice carried more optimism than he felt.

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Chapter 9 of The Power of Steam Compels You

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CHAPTER 9

"Gold dang fools is what you are," Nessy grumbled under her breath as she double and triple checked both the capture gun and banishing devices. She hated when even Wallace or Joshua fiddled with her contraptions, so she was absolutely seething as Rachel Ferguson not only seized both without permission, but used them, too. Wallace was actually impressed at her self-control of not punching Rachel square in the nose. He wouldn't have blamed her one bit if she had. He would have stopped her, of course, but he wouldn't have blamed her.

While Bart, Rachel, and Abel hovered over the fallen Molly, Joshua pulled Wallace aside. "What do we do? It's free to attack them at any time now, and we can't properly fight it without endangering poor Molly even further."

Wallace frowned and let out a sigh. "I have an idea, but no one is going to like it. I don't even like it."

Joshua matched his frown. "I have a feeling I know what you're going to say, and if I'm right, you're absolutely correct about the popularity of it."

Before Wallace could reply, Rachel Ferguson looked up from her daughter and towards the Spirit Wranglers. "I hope you lot have a plan to fix this mess you caused."

"We caused?" Nessy snapped. She whipped one of her work gloves off and hurled it to the floor. "If you'd have listened to us in the first place and not gone off half-cocked, your daughter wouldn't be lying there hovering near death."

"How dare you," Rachel growled, her face bright red.

Before she or Nessy could descend on each other, Wallace leapt forward to corral Nessy, while Abel moved to stop his mother. Both fell back, but the nasty expressions on their faces remained. Wallace sighed. Everyone needed to be on the same page to defeat the demon, and this wasn't a good start.

Bart Ferguson stepped forward, holding the amulet out as if it were the ultimate prize. "Hart tried to take this. That was unacceptable."

"You don't even know what it does," Joshua said.

"That doesn't matter," Bart sputtered. "You all felt how powerful it is."

"So much so that it's worth risking the life of your family?" Wallace said. He motioned to Molly's supine form. "Your daughter's soul?"

Bart opened his mouth, but just as quick closed it. Wallace was heartened to see the elder Ferguson suitably chastised. Maybe they could all get together on this yet. Of course, Rachel still had the misplaced anger burning inside of her.

"You know how to banish the thing, so get to it, or we'll withhold the rest of your pay. If we don't do so anyway."

"Mother," Abel said, exasperation in his voice. He shook his head and headed over to his sister. Wallace likewise let go of Nessy, but not before angling her back towards her equipment.

"Here's the situation," Wallace said, doing all he could to keep emotion out of his voice. "If we battle this demon, there's a better than average chance it will not only kill everyone in this house, us included, but also everyone in town. Plus, who knows how far it will get into Zephyria before someone is able to stop it? If we do nothing, though, it'll take your four souls and be done with our world. No harm will befall anyone else."

Bart and Rachel blanched.

"You wouldn't dare," Rachel said.

Behind him, Nessy chimed in with, "Pack up, boss?" She didn't wait for any sort of answer, as she began putting her contraptions away. Joshua moved to help her.

Wallace looked over at Abel, who knelt next to Molly, cradling her head in his hands. He stared back at Wallace and nodded. "We did this to ourselves. Go. Don't let Prosperity and Zephyria suffer from our mistakes." He then dropped his gaze and focused all of his attention back on his sister.

"Stop," Wallace said to his team. "We have a demon to banish."

"Whatever you say," Nessy said. The anger had bled off her, but a firm determination remained on her face, even if she was trying to hide it with a look of aloofness. The Fergusons probably couldn't see through her ruse, but he knew his sister too well. Joshua, on the other hand, wore a slight smile, as if he thought Wallace had planned this scene all along. The tension from Rachel and Bart Ferguson also lessened.

Wallace grabbed his team and huddled them in the corner so they wouldn't be overheard. "Ness, we're going to need that contraption of yours that can stop and restart a human heart."

"I knew it," Joshua said, while Nessy leveled him a look that said she was waiting for him to say he was kidding. He wasn't.

"The only way to untether Molly Ferguson's soul from the demon is to kill her."

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CHAPTER 8

At the mention of them giving the amulet back to Hart, Wallace felt the spirit flitter into the room and appear at the far side. Nessy must have recognized Wallace's stare, because she flicked on the power switch of her contraption that let them see the spirit. The Fergusons didn't realize the spirit was with them for a moment, but they each gasped when they followed the intent looks of the Wranglers.

"Nessy, we need the communication device on, too," Wallace said.

He didn't look at her, but still heard the eye-roll in her voice. "Gee whiz, give me a half-second, will you? These things haven't been primed yet."

While they waited to talk to Ronald Hart's ghost -- it was already chattering away, but none of them could hear so much as a whispered breath -- Bart reached into his inside jacket pocket. It did look like a pocket watch, but supposedly there were no watch mechanisms inside. While the casing was a shiny brass and there were a few sparkling gems decorating it, that wasn't what held Wallace's attention.

The thing shimmered, which had nothing to do with its physical appearance. As the Fergusons had so cryptically mentioned, the artifact was magic. Wallace didn't need any of his supernatural talents to realize that. He wished more than anything at that moment that he could grab it from Bart Ferguson and posses it forever. True, he had no clue what sort of magic the thing carried, but if it were his, he'd have plenty of time to figure it out.

Snap out of it, Wally. He shook his head and noticed everyone else in the room, including Hart's spirit, transfixed on the artifact. It then started to draw him back in, but at that moment, Nessy's communication device screamed to life.

"Well that was weird," Nessy said, her voice breathless. Everyone else in the room gasped for air of their own.

"It's never been that powerful," Bart said.

"Because it knows it's mine," Hart said. "Be a good man, Bart, and lay it down, and then take a step back. Once I have it, I'll banish the demon."

Wallace didn't miss the look that passed between Bart and Rachel, but at that moment, he guessed she was simply giving him the encouragement he needed to set the amulet down. He did, and Hart glided forward. Before the spirit got close enough to touch it, Rachel dived towards the ghost hunting equipment, and grabbed the capturing gun. With the dexterity of one who was used to holding firearms, she leveled the gun at Hart and pulled the trigger.

All three Wranglers shouted at her to stop, but before any of them could reach her, Bart dove forward, knocking Joshua sideways, blocking him into Wallace and Nessy. In the same motion, Bart grabbed the banishing device and slid it to Rachel. At least now Wallace knew how Rachel had talked Bart into relinquishing control of the amulet, and why she'd taken such a shine in Nessy's contraptions last night.

Before Wallace could fully wrap his head around the situation and shout a warning (he knew what was coming), the demon exploded into the room. Though it flew far too fast for anyone to see, they all knew it was there. The Wranglers left Rachel alone and scrambled to grab their demon-fighting tools. Bart leapt out of their way, while Abel and Molly, who had been so quiet and still that Wallace almost forgot they were there, let out strained gasps. Hart cackled through the communication device, though he was frozen in place due to being shot with the capture gun.

Nessy grabbed a device that they hoped would distract the demon, while Wallace got his hands on the bag of sulfurous salt, and Joshua went for the holy water, already loaded into a water-blasting hand cannon. As they did that, two things happened simultaneously, both of which Wallace wished he could have stopped. First, Rachel swapped the capture gun for the banishing device and obliterated Hart's spirit. Second, the demon ceased its devilish spin around the room and shot through Molly's chest, knocking her off her feet and hard onto her back. Bart rushed forward too late to save his daughter, but he did manage to pull his son out of the way as the demon doubled back.

Rachel aimed the banishing device at the demon, but Wallace couldn't let her hit it.

"No! You'll kill your daughter!"

Joshua was both close enough and nimble enough to leap at Rachel and disrupt her aim as she pushed the trigger button. The banishing beam went well wide of the demon, but it did connect with one of the family's steam-powered lamps, exploding it in a flash of sparks and smoke, but, thankfully, not igniting anything in the room.

When the air cleared, the demon had vacated the vicinity for now, and Wallace could sense they were safe for the moment. Everyone rushed over to Molly's prone body, Abel reaching her first.

"She's breathing," he said, "but it's very shallow."

Wallace shared a look with Joshua, who also at once understood their predicament. Banishing the demon would prove difficult, but exponentially harder would be banishing it in a way where they could also save not only Molly Ferguson's life, but her soul, as well.

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CHAPTER 7

The books Joshua brought along proved to have the answers they needed, and the Spirit Wranglers made it back to the Fergusons' house not long after supper the next evening. Servants let them in and led them to the great room, where the Ferguson family met them with grim smiles. They made small talk as the Wranglers unpacked the equipment.

Once Nessy had everything laid out to her liking, they explained to the Fergusons what they'd learned about the demon.

"We can banish the evil thing," Wallace said. "Don't believe even for an instant that it will be easy, but we have all the necessary ingredients here to do it."

"Correct," Joshua said. "We should all count the lucky winds that this is a lesser demon. It's still much more powerful than any human spirit could ever be, but we can banish it."

"Do you chant ancient words of power and shoot it with your contraptions?" Rachel asked.

"If only it were that easy," Joshua said. "No, we have sulfurous salt that we will pour out into an almost complete circle. We then need to gain a portion of control over it to force it inside that circle. When we do that, we lock it inside by completing the circle with more salt. It should then hold the demon as if it were in a cage stronger than any physical material available here in our realm of existence."

Nessy held up the spirit-capturing gun. "Once it has nowhere to go, we soak it in holy water, and then zap! After that, a simple banishing with our device should be no problem."

"Exactly," Joshua said.

Burt held up both of his hands. "Wait a moment. How in all of Zephyria do you possibly gain control of a demon?"

"With Nessy's contraptions and a healthy shovelful of luck," Wallace said.

Joshua nodded. "I don't like to rely on luck, but there's no way around it when dealing with a demon."

"Of course, there is an easier way," Wallace said. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the children glanced at their parents, who both hardened their faces into frowns.

"Not a chance," Bart said.

"It's been established you can banish it," Rachel said.

Wallace hadn't expected a different answer, but he pressed on anyway. "More can go wrong than can go right. If there are any missteps, there is a chance the demon will not only consume your souls, but break free of its constraints and be loose upon all of Zephyria."

"The thing doesn't even need any missteps," Joshua added. "It may simply prove strong enough in a head-to-head encounter to break free anyway. Our best bet for not only your safety, but for everyone's, is to give the spirit what it wants."

"Listen to them, Father," Abel said, while Molly pleaded with her mother.

Bart would hear none of it, but Wallace felt a bit of hope when he saw it might be possible that Molly was getting through to Rachel. The Wranglers stepped back amongst their equipment and let the family work through it themselves.

After a minute or two, Rachel touched Bart's arm. "A word in the other room."

He looked as if he might decline, but instead grunted and gave a curt nod. They walked from the great room out of eavesdropping distance. Wallace figured Nessy might have a device that could listen in on them, but decided not to ask, especially with Abel and Molly so close.

Wallace was about to press the two younger Fergusons for more information on the artifact that had such a hold on their parents, but before he could even open his mouth, Rachel and Bart returned. They hadn't been gone long enough for Nessy to get out a listening device, anyway.

Before he could ask them for their final verdict, Bart said, "For the good of our family, our town, and Zephyria, we agree to let the spirit of Ronald Hart have the amulet."

A cheer went up from the kids, while the Wranglers shared relieved smiles, though Wallace's feelings of triumph were short-lived. He didn't like the strange gleam in Rachel Ferguson's eyes.

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"So what is the thing in your jacket?" Wallace asked Bart when everyone had quieted and caught their breath.

Bart's hand went to his pocket, but he didn't answer. It was Abel who filled them in.

"It's an amulet of some sort. It looks like a pocket watch without the watch."

"What's its purpose?" Nessy asked. "Simple decoration?"

"We don't know," Molly said. "It has power of some sort, that's easy enough to tell when you hold it, but we haven't figured out its actual use."

"That's enough, both of you," Rachel snapped.

Joshua put his hand out to silence Rachel, while he made eye contact with Bart to keep him quiet, too. "We need to hear this. Your souls are at stake. You not only saw the thing, but felt it, too. The spirit isn't bluffing."

The two elder Fergusons clenched their jaws, but both nodded. It was obvious, however, they would leave the tale-telling to their children. Wallace also couldn't help but notice Bart kept the artifact hidden.

"The guy came in one afternoon needing a good deal of supplies -- food, tools, tarps, and other miscellanies. We figured he was trying his luck prospecting off the Prosperity claim, but we never did learn for certain. He couldn't pay, but promised he would get the money soon if we'd only let him have everything on credit. I'd been the one helping him at that point, but at that age I couldn't make the decision about credit on my own, so I passed him over to Father."

All eyes turned to Bart, who sighed and grudgingly took up the narrative. "Ronald Hart. That was his name. I don't often, if ever, remember names of those we offer credit to after they are all paid up, but he's the exception."

 Wallace heard "because of the artifact" in his tone of voice, and saw him twitch towards it in his pocket, but he left it hidden.

"He offered a family heirloom as collateral. I balked at first, but when he handed it over, I accepted at once. I didn't even draw up a contract like I normally would. Something about the amulet made me realize it wouldn't be necessary."

He paused for a second as a wistful look passed over his eyes, and then, just as quickly, continued.

"Hart came back a month later, to the day, with the full amount, plus a bit extra in interest, though we never discussed that. I sent him away without accepting any of it, telling him he'd already paid in full. He insisted, but I insisted right back. Who do you think won that argument?" Bart smiled an unpleasant grin. The true look of a man-eating business shark.

"Did he ever come back?" Joshua asked.

"Never when Bart was in the store," Rachel said. "He badgered me and Molly rotten one day until I finally sent her to fetch Sheriff Donovan. After that, whenever I saw him, I'd simply mention the good sheriff, and he'd scurry away."

"How did he die?" Joshua asked.

"Don't know," Bart said. "At one point we noticed he hadn't shown his face in a few months, and after that we never gave him any more thought."

"So what does it do?" Nessy said, no doubt hoping her sudden question would this time catch one of them off-guard enough to spill the beans.

"As I said before," Bart said, "we don't know. It gives off a feel of power, but we've yet to discover what that power is." He again declined to pull it out. Wallace decided not to push for it yet, though at some point it would prove necessary.

"At least now we know why the spirit is so agitated," Wallace said.

"We paid for it fair and square," Rachel said.

"The spirit doesn't see it that way," Wallace said.

Rachel firmed up her jaw and looked ready for a fight. "Fair and square."

Wallace put his hands out in front of him in surrender. "We're here to help, not argue. I'm simply telling you that the spirit, this Ronald Hart, doesn't see it as a fair business deal, and he's willing to eradicate all four of your souls to get that artifact back."

"I have a pretty good idea where to look to figure out how to banish this demon," Joshua said. "But think about this. Is that thing that you don't even know what it does worth not just dying for, but not even existing any longer?"

Wallace nodded at Joshua's words, and he saw Nessy do the same. The Ferguson parents puffed up in a stubborn pride, unwilling to listen to the advice, but their two offspring shared a look that proved the words hit home for them. Not for the first time, Wallace realized Abel and Molly were their allies here, the best bet to get everyone through this unscathed. He did feel it necessary to add something, though. "At least promise you'll discuss it when we've left for the night."

"We will," Abel said, while Molly nodded. Both parents frowned even deeper, but didn't say anything.

With that, the Spirit Wranglers moved to begin packing up their equipment. It would stay in the Fergusons' great room overnight and through most of tomorrow, but Nessy needed it packed in boxes to keep wandering hands off while she wasn't there. Most of the time she wasn't even fond of Wallace of Joshua touching her contraptions.

As he and Joshua discussed the best ways to research the demon, Wallace noticed Rachel Ferguson taking an interest in Nessy's inventions. Though he couldn't hear, it looked as if she were asking pointed questions mostly about the capture and banishing devices. Since she wasn't trying to touch anything, she had Nessy happily gabbing all about them and more. Wallace smiled at his sister's enthusiasm, and then put all his concentration back on Joshua and their conversation.

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