Winter 1881 – Neither Resembling Father nor Mother nor Any Recent Ancestor


“Bats with the heads of men, you say?” Parkhearst grinned and all his sharp teeth came to light. “What a wonderful irony.” He glanced at himself in the mirror and winked. “I have never gone beyond the Ivory Chimney. I lack both wings and your wall walking talents. The good Lord blessed me with many unique qualities but few of the talents that one would assume accompanied an appearance such as mine.” 

“Mr. Parkhearst -“

“Please! Nathan!”

“Nathan”, I said, “Stone and his men swore that they would return. With more men and more guns. I think we should prepare for that eventuality.” 

Nathan rolled his eyes. “My brothers and I built this home with our own hands from my specific plans. We are prepared.”