Спрут: Калифорнийская история
Chapter I
Whentheymetattherendezvous,Vanameefoundheronlywithhisgropinghands.Theydidnotspeak,merewordswereuselessbetweenthem.Silentlyashisreachinghandstouchedherwarmbody,hetookherinhisarms,searchingforherlipswithhis.Thenonenightthetragedyhadsuddenlyleapedfromouttheshadowwiththeabruptnessofanexplosion.
Itwasimpossibleafterwardstoreconstructthemannerofitsoccurrence.ToAngele’smind—whattherewasleftofit—thematteralwaysremainedahideousblur,ablot,avague,terribleconfusion.Nodoubttheytwohadbeenwatched;theplansucceededtoowellforanyothersupposition.Onemoonlessnight,Angele,arrivingundertheblackshadowofthepeartreesalittleearlierthanusual,foundtheapparentlyfamiliarfigurewaitingforher.Allunsuspectingshegaveherselftotheembraceofastrangepairofarms,andVanameearrivingbutascoreofmomentslater,stumbledoverherprostratebody,inertandunconscious,intheshadowoftheoverspiringtrees.
WhowastheOther?AngelewascarriedtoherhomeontheSeedranch,delirious,allbutraving,andVanamee,withknifeandrevolverready,rangedthecountry-sidelikeawolf.Hewasnotalone.Thewholecountyrose,raging,horror-struck.Posseafterpossewasformed,sentout,andreturned,withoutsomuchasaclue.Uponnoonecouldeventheshadowofsuspicionbethrown.TheOtherhadwithdrawnintoanimpenetrablemystery.Thereheremained.Heneverwasfound;heneverwassomuchasheardof.