by Kaye Lynne Booth ((Header art, entitled “Me and You,” is by the incredibly talented Elise Chisholm.))
The culminating installment of “Hidden Secrets” that ominously warns “what the lake takes, it doesn’t give up…”
Read Part One of “Hidden Secrets” here!
Miranda and Tony came rushing into the kitchen as Gram pulled a loaf of bread out of the oven.
“What’s your hurry?” Gram asked, looking up as Tony stumbled over a stool by the table. Both Tony and her granddaughter looked rather pale. “Where is Jake?”
“Oh, Gram, you won’t believe it,” Miranda said. “Hell, I don’t believe it. Something in the lake snatched Jake up and swept him away.”
“We’d better call someone, organize a search party or something,” Tony said.
“Call who?” Gram said, sliding the loaf out of the pan onto a cooling rack on the counter. “Look around you, young man. Who would you call? Even if we had a phone, there’s no one who’s going to come traipsing up here this late in the afternoon. Maybe you better slow down, take a seat and tell me what happened.”
They all took seats around the table.
“We were exploring the caves and something pulled Jake back into the tunnels,” Miranda cried.
“He was there one minute, gone the next,” said Tony, nodding. “He just disappeared.”
“He was caught up in a current and swept away,” Miranda said. “We couldn’t get him back.”
“Whatever it was, it took Jake,” Tony said. “Now what are we going to do about it?”
“Miranda, get your grandfather,” Gram said, going to the oven. “He can take you back out to look for the boy.”
“Cassie was right. There is something very wrong out there,” Tony said, looking around the kitchen. “Where is Cassie, anyway? Are you two finished baking?”
Gram slid another loaf onto the cooling rack. “You mean she didn’t find you?” Gram asked with a concerned look. “She set out after you this morning. When she didn’t come back, I assumed she was with you.”
“We didn’t see her,” said Tony with a worried look.
“Why couldn’t she just stay in the kitchen where she belongs and leave the lake to me?” Miranda said. “Now there’s two idiots missing.”
“Cassie said she wouldn’t go out on the lake,” Tony said with a furrowed brow. “Why would she come after us?”
“She went after you,” Gram said, pointing an arthritic finger at Tony. “She was afraid for you to go out on the lake.”
“She didn’t find us and she hasn’t come back,” Tony said. “I’m going back out with your husband.”
“Count me out. I’m not blundering around on the lake in the dark for either of those two. Jake’s an idiot, albeit a gorgeous idiot,” said Miranda, rather wistfully. “And Cassie grew up here. She’ll find her way back.” Miranda continued speaking as she headed into the living room to find her grandfather. “If the two of you don’t come back, I’ll hike out tomorrow and send a search party.”
“I was hoping maybe since you know the lake…” Tony’s words trailed off as Miranda disappeared around the corner.
“You men shouldn’t be out on that lake alone,” Gram said, turning to call back her niece. “Miranda!”
Grandpa came into the kitchen. “What in tarnation is going on now?” he asked. “I told you youngsters not to be going out on that danged lake. I warned you.”
“Come on,” Tony said, rising from his seat. “I’m going with you. I’ll explain what happened on the way.”
“You think I’m going out there on the lake at this time of day?” Grandpa Hank said, shaking his head. “It’s nearly dusk.”
“Now, Hank, of course you’re going to go look for the boy,” Gram said. “We can’t just leave him out there.”
“You know we ain’t going to find him,” Grandpa Hank said. “What the lake takes, it doesn’t give up. You know that.”
“We have to try. Cassie is out there somewhere, too,” Tony said. “Are you going, or do I have to go by myself?”
“Cassie knows the lake,” Grandpa Hank said. “She’ll show up when she’s good and ready.”
Gram’s forehead creased with worry. “I’ll take you out to look for her,” she said, hastily untying her apron strings. “Just let me turn this oven off and cover my loaves.”
“You don’t have to do that, ma’am,” Tony said, turning to head back out the door. “I can manage.”
Gram whipped her head back, her hand shooting out to grasp Tony’s wrist. “You don’t know this lake,” she said, with a look that implied she wouldn’t take no for an answer. Then, just as fast, a smile came over her face and she patted his wrist lightly. “You just wait here now. I’ll only be a minute.”
“Oh, tarnation,” Grandpa Hank said. “I guess I’m going, too. If I don’t, I’ll never get a moment’s peace around here.”
Gram smiled as she placed a towel over the loaves. “I knew you’d come around.”
Although Cassie had worried about how she’d get back, the whirlpool had been mysteriously absent when she’d been ready to leave the cavern and return to the surface. She’d simply swam down to the hole in the cave floor and slipped through it into the cavern below, following her trail back. But it felt to her like the whole excursion couldn’t have taken more than a half an hour, yet here it was dark as she resurfaced.
Cassie turned her head, shining her headlamp in an arc around her until she spotted the rowboat in its beam. As she approached, she heard voices calling her name and she spotted the motorboat. Then, Grandpa Hank shined the spotlight on her.
“Oh, thank heavens,” Gram said as Tony pulled her in. “You don’t know how worried we were when we found the empty rowboat. What were you thinking staying out here so late?”
“Sorry, I guess the time just got away from me,” Cassie said, drying her hair with the towel Tony handed her. “I didn’t mean to worry anyone.”
The fishy smell of the lake assailed Cassie’s nostrils, causing her stomach to do flip-flops as the boat swayed on the water.
“Are you sure you’re okay, dear,” Gram asked. “You look a little peaked. You’re white as a ghost.”
Cassie nodded, struggling to hold back the heave that suddenly wanted to come up. “I’m okay,” she said as the urge passed. “I think maybe I came up a little too fast.”
“What were you doing out here?” Tony asked, pulling her close to him. “Last night you swore to me you’d never go out on the water.”
“I just…changed my mind, okay?” Cassie said, holding Tony back at arm’s length and staring into his eyes.
“Okay,” Tony replied with a puzzled look. “I was just worried about you, that’s all.”
“We were all worried,” said Gram. “Let’s get back to the cabin. It’s getting late. I’m sure we’ll all be ready for supper.”
“What about Jake?” Tony said.
Cassie looked from Tony to Gram, whose expression said she’d just swallowed a toad that stuck half-way down, then back to Tony.
“What about Jake?” she said. “Isn’t he back at the cabin with Miranda?”
“Are you sure about what you saw down there today, Tony?” Gram asked.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Tony said. “Something pulled Jake back down into the caves.”
“What?” asked Cassie. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “What are you two talking about?”
“Then, Grandpa Hank’s right. We won’t find him,” said Gram. “He belongs to the lake now.” She turned to look at her husband. “Hank, take us in. Time to serve up some vittles for these young ‘uns.”
Grandpa started up the motor, heading back to shore.
Cassie grabbed Tony by the shoulder, turning him to face her. “Are you telling me something happened to Jake down there?”
“Nothing we can do. It’s all a part of the curse, child,” Gram said. “Like I said, it’s the menfolk we need to fear for.”
That night Cassie dreamed that her parents were struggling with one another beneath the lake’s surface. In it, she saw her mother smash her father in the head with a heavy object. Cassie knew somehow that the object in her mother’s hand was the same obsidian box that she had carried with her to the surface earlier that evening.
The water turned red around her father’s head, as her mother turned, swimming for the surface. Her father swam after her, in spite of the gash in his head. As she tried to climb back into the boat, he grasped her ankle, pulling her down. She kicked at him, struggling to get in the boat, but she ended up pulling the boat over on top of them instead.
Cassie watched, horrified, as her parents struggled in the water. The dream would not allow her to look away. Her mother held the obsidian box in her hand. She slammed it into her father’s head again and again. In desperation, Cassie’s father reached out, grabbing the only thing he could get a hold of, yanking the mouthpiece away from her mother’s face. Neither of her parents made it to the surface. Cassie watched as each died. First her mother, then her father. The dream held her, forced her to see even though she willed herself awake.
But, the bodies of her parents refused to stay dead. They both turned their faces to her, revealing bone-white skulls with black empty sockets for eyes. Cassie let out a scream which broke the dream’s hold on her. She awoke with a start, the scream stuck in her throat. Tony was next to her in the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, softly telling her, over and over, that everything was okay.
Cassie took comfort in his arms until her heart rate had slowed, then she gently parted from him. “Thank you for being here, Tony,” she said, giving him a light kiss. “I’m okay now. It was just a bad dream.”
“You want to talk about it?” he asked.
Cassie shook her head, but gave no words in response. She didn’t even want to think about it.
“You sure you’re okay?” Tony said, returning her light kiss, just barely brushing her lips with his. “You want to sit up a while? Or, do you think you can sleep?”
Cassie smiled at him. “It’s silly for either of us to lose sleep over a dream,” she said. “I think I can sleep if you’ll just hold me.”
“You got it,” Tony said, slipping his arms around her once more as they lay back onto the pillows. Cassie lay her head against his chest, reveling in the comfort and safety she felt in his arms. But, even after Tony’s breathing steadied into the breath of the sleeping, Cassie lay awake for a long time, concentrating on pleasant memories to keep the images from the dream at bay.
The next morning, Tony was still fast asleep when Cassie gently removed his arm from around her and climbed out of bed. She slipped on a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, running a comb through her short black hair before heading into the kitchen to talk to Gram. After what happened yesterday and last night’s dream, she wanted some answers. Gram was the only one who could provide them.
The smell of bacon cooking wafted through the kitchen. As Cassie expected, Gram was already up, making breakfast. She swallowed a lump in her throat, fighting back the urge of her flip-flopping stomach to bring up whatever contents were left over from last night. “Need a hand?” Cassie asked with a forced smile.
Gram looked up from the skillet she was tending on the stove, nodding. “You can set the table, if you would.”
Cassie went to the drawer and grabbed a handful of silverware, placing them in neat arrangement on the table. “Gram, I need to know what really happened with my parents,” she said, not turning to look at her grandmother.
“Why, you know as much as anybody, child,” Gram replied.
At that, Cassie did turn to face Gram but she was met by an expression of curiosity, which soon turned to recognition.
“You found it, didn’t you?” Gram said, taking Cassie’s hand. “I can see it in your eyes. The lake led you there. You know the secrets.”
“I don’t know what I know,” Cassie said in frustration. “If my dream last night was true, I don’t think I want to know. I dreamed my mother attacked my father out there on the lake and they died in the struggle. I dreamed they killed each other. That can’t be, can it?”
“When you become the Keeper, you also gain vision,” Gram said. “You must judge for yourself what is true.”
“I don’t want to believe what I saw in my dream,” Cassie said. “Why would my mother attack my father like that? She loved him.”
“Because your father was with her,” said Gram, patting Cassie’s hand as if comforting a small child. “He got too close, witnessed too much.”
Cassie snatched her hand away from Gram. “Well, I did find the stupid gold, but I don’t want to be the Keeper,” she said raising her voice. “Let someone else do it.”
“Did I hear you say you found the gold?” Miranda said, coming into the kitchen with a sly grin. “Is that what you were up to yesterday?”
Cassie gave Gram a silent glance. “I would think you’d be too worried about Jake to concern yourself with the mythical gold,” she said, willing her stomach to settle. The smell of the bacon was not agreeing with her this morning. “I know if it were Tony, he would be all I could think about.”
“Jake isn’t coming back. And don’t look at me like that,” Miranda said in response to Cassie’s raised brow. “You weren’t down there yesterday. You didn’t see. Jake was pulled back into the tunnels connecting the caverns, swept up in a current that took him so fast neither of us had time to stop it. Whoosh! He was gone.” She pulled out a chair, taking a seat at the table. “Besides, you don’t think I’m foolish enough to bring someone up here that I really cared about, do you? Jake was just a good looking accessory.”
“So you’re telling me he was swept away by the current?” Cassie said, thinking of how the whirlpool appeared out of nowhere, sweeping her up into the cavern above, then was conveniently absent when she was ready to leave. “The lake really took him?”
“I don’t expect you to believe it,” Miranda said. “You never believed in the curse or the gold. But if you found the gold, maybe your opinion on the other has changed?”
“I did find it, but I don’t want anything to do with it,” Cassie said. “You take it. You’ve always wanted it.”
“Really?” Miranda said. Her eyes lit up at the Cassie’s words.
“Cassie,” Gram said, cautioning her.
“Really. You’ve looked for it for a long time,” Cassie said to Miranda, ignoring her grandmother as if she hadn’t heard. “I’ll show you where the gold is and you be the Keeper.”
“Cassie, you can’t do that,” Gram said. “The lake chose you.”
“Well, I don’t choose it!” Cassie said, raising her voice in spite of her efforts to stay calm. “That’s what I came up here to tell you. I’m not going to let this stupid curse ruin my future with Tony. You can’t make me accept it. The sooner this is over with, the better.” She turned, storming out of the kitchen. “Come on, Miranda.”
Miranda jumped up, following her out the door. “Hey, wait up!”
Cassie marched across the dock, wet suit and tank in hand, and jumped down into the motorboat. There was no hesitation this time, her anger smothered any fear she may have had. She refused to let some stupid curse control her life. Miranda jumped down behind, pulling up the anchor as Cassie started the engine.
Cassie drove them out to the spot where she had anchored the rowboat the day before, arriving in a matter of minutes with the motorboat. They donned their wetsuits, slung tanks on their backs, and set their masks and mouthpieces, preparing to dive.
“Are you sure this is the spot?” Miranda asked.
“Do you see that jutting rock there?” Cassie asked, pointing to the precipice which marked the outermost edge of the cove. Miranda nodded. “That’s where I went down. Right there.”
“Okay then,” Miranda said, but she still didn’t sound too sure. “Are you going to tell me why you’re so willing to turn the legacy over to me?”
“I never wanted it in the first place. I make a decent living with my artwork. My future with Tony is in the city,” Cassie replied. “All that talk about legacies, and secrets, and curses. You can have it all.”
“Okay by me,” Miranda said with a shrug. “I tried to tell Gram that gold should have been mine all along. I have to admit, you’ve got more sense than I thought you did.”
“Gee, thanks,” Cassie said, turning her head so her cousin wouldn’t see the roll of her eyes. After setting her mouthpiece, she plunged into the water, not waiting for Miranda to follow.
As she descended into the depths, she heard the splash of Miranda penetrating the surface and knew she needn’t worry. Miranda was so greedy, she would follow her all the way to the bottom, if that’s where Cassie said the gold was.
Gram was right in saying Miranda would exhaust the family fortune. But her fear of losing Tony outweighed any concern she had about her family. They were all well off. Even if Miranda blew it all, they’d be fine. Cassie wanted to be rid of the legacy, and all the silly superstitions surrounding it.
As they descended, Cassie shined her headlamp on the rock cliff face, but the cave entrance she’d swam into yesterday seemed to elude her. She began to wonder if her memory was playing tricks on her.
Finally, she spotted a large dark hole in the rock. But, when her headlamp shone into the depths of the cave, instead of the murky depths of yesterday, a large, dark figure appeared, blocking her beam. She squinted into the headlamp’s light. The dark figure seemed to raise an arm, pointing a finger at her. At the same time, the figure’s features swam into focus for just an instant, and then it dispersed into the water.
Cassie hadn’t gotten a good look. The figure had disappeared too quickly, but she knew what she saw. The shadowy figure was an old Indian woman, with long gray braids and a face with more wrinkles than Cassie had imagined possible for a person.
The sudden appearance and disappearance of the woman had startled her, causing her to jump back. Now Miranda’s touch on her shoulder sent a jolt through her, causing her to jump again.
Miranda pointed to the cave entrance, giving a questioning look with her eyes.
Cassie shook her head, no. For reasons Cassie couldn’t explain, she didn’t want Miranda to go in there. Suddenly, this felt all wrong. Somehow, she knew Miranda wouldn’t be allowed to reach the gold.
Miranda shone her headlamp within the cavern, illuminating the murky darkness. She started to move forward and Cassie grabbed her arm, pulling her back away from the entrance, shaking her head. Miranda pushed Cassie’s hand off with her other hand, scowling, and started into the cave once more.
Cassie found herself moving forward to stop her cousin, although she hadn’t willed herself to do so. Although her cousin was going exactly where Cassie had intended, she was flooded by an irresistible urge to stop her.
Cassie knew the reason, but she didn’t want to admit it. Miranda was not meant to be this close to the gold. Cassie was the Keeper, no matter how badly she wanted to push the responsibility off on her cousin. The lake had chosen her and the lake wouldn’t take no for an answer. In spite of their rivalry, Cassie couldn’t lead her cousin to her death.
She grabbed Miranda’s arm once more, with a grip like a vice, yanking her cousin backwards, shaking her head to indicate she was not allowed to go further, but Miranda jerked her arm away. She shoved Cassie back and turned, heading into the cave once more. Cassie lunged for her cousin, landing on her back, knocking her to the cave floor.
Her headlamp illuminated a large rock on the cave floor and she snatched it up without knowing why she was doing it. An urge to smash it down on Miranda’s skull swept through her. She willed herself to drop the rock, to get off Miranda and put a stop to all this, but to her horror her hand held fast to the stone. As if her arm had a mind of its own, she raised the rock above her head, preparing to thrust downward with all of her strength, in spite of her efforts to resist.
Suddenly, a hand grasped her wrist from behind just as she began her downward stroke. She turned and a wave of relief flowed through her when she saw that it was Tony. The relief was short lived, for her hand did not release the rock, but instead she pulled her wrist from his grip, swinging the stone at him and catching him across his brow. She watched in horror as Tony released her, falling back against the cavern wall. His blood stained the water crimson above him.
As suddenly as the urge had come upon her, it was gone, and she was just Cassie again. She rushed to Tony’s side. He was conscious, but bleeding badly. She turned to Miranda for assistance, but her cousin was nowhere in sight. Cassie couldn’t leave Tony like this. Miranda would have to fend for herself.
Cassie hoisted Tony over her shoulder and began their ascent to the surface, taking care not to rise too fast.
As they pulled into the dock, with the rowboat once again in tow, Gram and Grandpa Hank were waiting to meet them.
“Tony found you, thank goodness,” Gram said, placing a kiss on her cheek. “I sent him out after you. I was worried something awful might happen. I thank my stars that you’re alright.” Gram scanned the boat behind her, perhaps only now realizing they were short one. “Where’s Miranda?”
“I couldn’t go after her,” Cassie said shaking her head. “I had to get Tony back to the boat. You should never have sent someone so inexperienced out there alone to find me.” She gently brushed the purplish lump on Tony’s forehead with her fingertips. “That bump to the noggin could have been disastrous.”
“You didn’t see it?” Tony asked, coming up behind her. Instead of his usual arm around her waist, he kept his distance as he spoke.
“See it?” Cassie said, looking at him with a furrowed brow. “See what?”
“The same thing that grabbed Jake took Miranda,” Tony said, shifting to his other foot, and looking a bit uncomfortable. “Of course, it was all behind you…”
“Tony, I am so sorry,” Cassie said, blurting out what she hadn’t dared in the silent tension of the boat ride back. “All I can say is I was out of control. That wasn’t me.”
“What the hell was that all about, Cass?” Tony asked, staring into her eyes. “One minute you’re a vicious crazed woman, ready to smash my skull to a pulp, and the next you’re the same sweet girl I fell in love with.”
“I don’t know what it was about,” Cassie said, gnawing on her upper lip. But that wasn’t quite true, was it? Deep down she thought she knew exactly what it had been about.
Gram gave her a stern look. “Come on inside. We’ll see if we can’t sort all this out,” she said, motioning them to follow her. “I’ve got some hot cocoa on the stove that will warm us all up. Come in now, before you catch your death of cold.”
Cassie felt a lump form in her throat at Gram’s words. She had an idea that Gram could go a long way to straightening things out, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear what Gram had to say.
In the kitchen, Gram poured four cups of cocoa, bringing them to the table as they took seats. “Cassie, maybe you’d better tell me what happened down below,” she said, taking a seat of her own.
Cassie looked at each of them, their gazes turned to her, expecting an explanation she didn’t have. “I don’t know what happened down there,” she said. “Something took control of my body. I had no control. It was me, but it wasn’t.”
Gram nodded, a knowing look on her face. “You are the physical form of the Keeper, but you are not the essence of the Keeper,” she said.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Cassie said, slamming her fist down on the table. She’d had enough guessing games. She wanted answers. “Why does everything that has to do with this family have to be in riddles or shrouded with mysteriousness?”
“Quiet, child. Listen,” Gram said. “You are the Keeper of the gold, but you are not the Keeper of the curse. The curse used your physical form to protect the gold, just like it used your mother.”
“So, you’re telling me I’ve been chosen to be a pawn in this…whatever it is, and I can do absolutely nothing about it?” Cassie said with amazement. “I have nothing to say about it?”
“The lake chose you as the next in line,” Gram said nodding her head. “It was your destiny before you were even born.”
“Well, I don’t want it!” Cassie said, rising from her seat. “I almost killed Tony down there! The man I love. I don’t accept it. I don’t!”
“Hhhrrmph! You think your grandmother wanted it any more than you do?” said Grandpa Hank. “You think your mother didn’t fight it? Your mother died fighting it!”
“Hank!” Gram said, placing a hand over her mouth.
Tony had been sitting silent up until now trying to make sense of their conversation. Now, he cleared his throat. “Wait. You love me?” he asked.
“Of course I love you, you dope,” Cassie said, with tears welling in her eyes. “I think that’s the only thing that saved you today.”
It was hopeless. How could she live with herself? How would Tony ever be able to love her? She turned back to Gram, her eyes pleading. “There has to be a way to break the curse, or something.”
Gram stared into Cassie’s eyes long and hard. “I don’t know, child,” she said at last. “All the years I’ve been the Keeper, I never tried to fight it. If your mother did try to fight it, she didn’t succeed.”
“But you really don’t know, do you?” Cassie asked, her mind already working on possible ways to get out from under the legacy. “It might be possible.”
“Look, I know you two have to work this deal out between you, but might I remind you that Jake and Miranda are both missing?” Tony said, interrupting the two women.
Cassie turned to look at Tony. Before she could figure a way to battle this thing, she had to get him out of danger. “You’re right,” she said. “Obviously the four of us are not going to find them. You hike back down to the Jeep and get help. Have the authorities gather a search party.”
“Won’t do no good,” Grandpa Hank said. “Every time another one disappears they comb the woods and drag the lake for days. They never find anything.”
“Just the same, we have to try,” Cassie said, giving her grandfather a warning look.
“Why me?” Tony asked. “Why don’t you come with me Cass?”
“Because I’ve got to figure out a way to either end the curse or beat the legacy,” she replied. “If I can’t, I’m going to spend the rest of my life up here playing sentinel to the damn gold. I can kiss any hope of a life together with you good-bye.”
“She’s right, Tony,” Gram said. “It’s not safe here for you. Cassie needs to come to grips with her role in the legacy.”
“All right, I’ll go because somebody has to,” Tony said, leaning to brush Cassie’s lips with his own. “I’m not sure what is going on here, but Cassie, I love you, whether you’re the Keeper or not. We have a future together, either way. Never doubt that.”
“Thanks,” Cassie said, giving Tony the sweetest smile she could muster. “But, I’d rather it be a future where I don’t have to worry that I might try to kill you at any time.”
“You won’t do anything foolish, like going back down alone?” Tony asked.
“I can’t make any promises,” Cassie said shaking her head. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I just know there has to be some way out of this.” Cassie wouldn’t lie to him, but she wasn’t going to take no for an answer either. She kissed him softly on the lips. “If you get going now, you can make it to the Jeep before dark.”
Once Tony was on his way down the mountain for a search party, Cassie gave a sigh of relief and turned to her grandmother. “Gram, you have to help me find a way out of this damn legacy.”
“The lake chose you,” Gram said, shaking her head. “You must accept…”
“No, you don’t understand,” Cassie said, placing a hand on her grandmother’s shoulder. “It’s not just about me, or even about me and Tony anymore.” Cassie’s hand absently went to her abdomen, resting there. “If I carry the legacy, it will be passed to my daughter. I will not bring a child into this world and send her down that path. People I love have died because of the legacy, and I won’t let it continue.”
Gram stood silent, smiling at Cassie, but saying nothing.
“What?” Cassie said with a puzzled expression. “Did I say something humorous?”
“I should have known,” Gram said, re-taking her seat. “You want to shed the legacy because you are with child. Why didn’t I see it?”
“You didn’t see anything, because there’s barely anything to see. I’m only five weeks along. I found out last week,” Cassie said, admitting her secret. “Tony doesn’t even know yet, and he can’t find out until this legacy thing is settled. I need you to think back. There must be a way to hand off the legacy, or a way to break the curse…something.”
“As long as the gold remains hidden in the cave, our ancestors will protect it from all but the Keeper,” Gram said. “Somehow, the lake became a part of the curse. You’ve seen how it protects the gold. How can you possibly argue with a force such as that?”
“Then, that’s it,” Cassie said, snapping her fingers. “If I destroy the hidden cavern, so no one can ever find the gold, the protection of the curse won’t be needed.”
“Cassie, no! You can’t!” Gram said, but it was too late. Cassie was up and out the door. Still she called out after her granddaughter. “The lake will know! The lake will stop you!”
Cassie ran to the boathouse, slipping into a wet suit, and grabbing a tank and gear, then hurriedly assessed the rest of the items stored there. She was looking for the dynamite Grandpa Hank used to use when the Fish and Wildlife was stocking the lake every year. It was his way of showing contempt for the government’s claim to the lake and their insistence on stocking it, bringing folks up here to fish. One spring he had shown her how to set the blasting caps and let her flip the switch to set off the charge. If he had any of it left it would be in here.
Cassie walked around the small boathouse, flipping up tarps to see what lay beneath them and peeking behind stacked boxes. The boathouse’s musty smell roiled her stomach, but she refused to give in to it. It shouldn’t take too long to find what she was looking for. She found the trigger and the blasting caps in a drawer, setting them aside with the scuba gear.
Cassie craned her neck to see the contents of the top shelf above the workbench, and that’s when she spotted it – two bundles of dynamite and a small roll of fuse. She climbed up onto the workbench, stretching her arm high to get it.
“This stuff has probably been sitting up here for at least ten years,” she said, blowing the top layers of dust off and setting them down gently on the bench. She climbed down, adding the dynamite and fuse to her assortment of equipment. Grabbing two waterproof dive bags, she headed for the motorboat.
As Cassie stuffed the dynamite and blasting gear into the dive bags, Gram came hobbling down the path to the dock. “Cassandra! You come back here this instant,” Gram yelled, eying the bundle of dynamite Cassie was stuffing into the second bag. “What you’re thinking is insane. The lake will never let you do it.”
“I guess we’ll see Gram,” Cassie said. “I have to try.” She tossed the dive bags down into the motorboat and jumped in after them.
“Cassie, where did you get those things?” Gram asked, looking down at her granddaughter from the dock. “That’s not your grandfather’s dynamite is it? Do you have any idea how old it is?”
“It’s all I’ve got, Gram,” Cassie said, starting the boat’s motor and pulling up the anchor. “I’ll just have to work with it.”
“Don’t try and use it,” Gram said in warning. “It may be unstable. You could blow yourself sky high.”
Gram’s words were lost in the roar of the motor as Cassie pulled the boat away from the dock, opening it up full throttle as she headed out across the lake.
Cassie made it to the edge of the cove in a matter of minutes. Even if Gram tried to come after her, Cassie would be well concealed beneath the water’s surface before she could reach this point in the remaining rowboat. Although Gram had once been an expert scuba diver, Cassie couldn’t imagine her trying to follow her below the surface at her age and she felt pretty confident that nothing would stop her. Now, if she could just make her plan work.
Cassie positioned the tank on her back, setting her mouthpiece and mask. Then, she grabbed the diving bags and stepped off the side of the motorboat, hitting the water with a giant splash. She sank down and down, letting the weight of her body pull her through the murky water until she felt like she was at about the depth of the cavern entrance. She propelled her body in the direction she knew the rock formations to be.
This time, she found the entrance easily. In fact, she swam almost directly to it. She swam into the first cave, her headlamp lighting the way before her. A large turtle appeared out of the murk, startling her, causing her to back away until she realized what it was. Even then, she gave it a wide berth. A snapping turtle could take a finger off.
She followed the tunnel into the second cave, and then the third, but as she entered the tunnel that lead to the fourth cave, a strong current materialized, sweeping her back the way she had come. Like raging rapids on a large river, the current swept her along its own course, without regard for its unwilling passenger.
Just before she reached the second cave, the current’s force increased suddenly, spewing her out through the cave entrance. Then it dispersed just as quickly as it had materialized, leaving her free floating in the center of the cavern. She had just time enough to think, ‘What the hell?,’ before the figure of the old Indian woman appeared once more. She floated in the tunnel entrance, spotlighted in her headlamp this time, so her features could be seen more clearly.
Her long gray hair was braided neatly into two braids, framing a face that was old and wrinkled, the skin leathery, like the buckskin dress and headband she wore, heavily embroidered with turquoise beadwork. The old woman hunched over a walking stick, smiling with broken teeth as she pointed a crooked finger at Cassie, shaking her head. Inside Cassie’s mind, a voice boomed.
“Go back!”
Cassie swam forward, determined to end the curse. She wasn’t about to let some ancestral spirit scare her off. But a current of water forced her backward once again and she heard the old woman’s words blasted into her brain, loud enough to ring her ears.
“Go back!”
Cassie turned and swam in the opposite direction, toward the first cave and the lake beyond as fast as she could, all the while fighting to keep her panic at bay. As she propelled herself back into the open waters of the lake with haste, she swam right into another diver, who was heading for the entrance to the first cave.
As soon as she made physical contact with the diver, she felt a part of her brain switch over and another force take charge. Cassie could feel a latent anger rising within her, but she knew it wasn’t her own. It was the anger of the thing inside her. She tried to fight against it, to prevent the force from gaining control, but it was like the gate had been closed and locked behind her, and once again, all she could do was play the spectator to what her physical body would do.
Anger rose within Cassie, although she knew it wasn’t her anger, and she could do nothing to stop it. Her hand released the dynamite in the diving bags, letting them sink into the murky depths of the lake and she swam swiftly back to the cave entrance. Whoever, or whatever was controlling her now, didn’t notice or didn’t care about the despair that Cassie felt as she watched her plan to beat the curse float away. Like the anger, Cassie could do nothing about it.
Moving back into the first cave, she grabbed the other diver by the shoulder and spun him around to face her. The face behind the mask was one she knew well.
It was Tony. She’d sent him away, but here he was. Now she watched in horror as she punched the man she loved in the gut, causing him to expel his mouthpiece. Flailing his arms and legs, Tony struggled not to breathe in water as he moved toward the surface.
In her mind a vision rose of her dream, her mother slamming the obsidian box against her father’s skull, over and over. The image transformed into one of herself, doing the same thing. A silent scream rose in her head. No! Tony!
She exerted every ounce of energy she could muster to evict the force, or the presence, or whatever it was that inhabited her physical body. At first, she didn’t think it had any effect. Grandpa Hank’s words ran through her mind, “Your mother died fighting it.”
This thought only increased her determination not to give in to this force. She sent a mental shove back against it. All of the sudden, she felt the force go out of her with a huge mental “Pop!”
Then, she was Cassie once more. Swimming to Tony’s side, she placed the mouthpiece back between his lips, hoping that he would be able to do the rest. As his breathing picked up, Cassie led him to the surface.
Once she got him in the boat, Tony started to come around. Cassie left him lying on the floor of the motorboat while she started the motor up and took the wheel. She had to get Tony off this lake. She didn’t know if or when whatever had taken over her physical self would return, but she didn’t want Tony to be anywhere near the treasure if it did.
“Cassie?” he said from behind her. Then, he was at her side. “Cassie, what the hell is going on with you?”
“What the hell are you doing out here?” she said, steering the boat toward the dock. “You’re supposed to be on your way down the mountain.”
“I couldn’t leave you,” he replied. “I waited in the woods and followed you. With two people already missing, I was worried I’d lose you. I didn’t expect you to slug me for it. What were you trying to do?”
“I’ll explain later,” she said, pushing forward on the throttle. “Right now, we have to get you off this lake.”
As they pulled up to the dock, Cassie cut the motor, tying the boat off. As she held out her hand to help him debark, an explosive boom shook the earth, knocking her on her butt on the hard wood of the dock and sending Tony splaying onto his back once again, on the floor of the boat.
The massive roar of water caused Cassie to look up to see the contents of the lake rushing out the opening where the dam had been only moments ago, with a force strong enough to rip out ancient pines that had stood on the banks for hundreds of years by the roots, leaving only destruction in its wake.
“What the hell…?” Tony said, looking dazed.
Gram and Grandpa Hank hurried down the slope to the dock, as the waters swept past, tossing the motorboat like a raging storm, and threatening to tear the dock itself away.
Cassie reached out to grasp Tony’s hand once more, but the water tossed the motorboat in every direction, assaulting and nearly toppling her.
“Hurry,” she said, raising her voice to be heard over the roar of the water. “We need to get inside.”
Tony tried to gain his feet, but the boat tossed him back down again. He lunged for her hand. Her hand clasped around his wrist, but his didn’t find purchase. She let out a scream as his hand slipped through her fingers when the boat was tossed back the other way.
“You’re going to have to jump!” Cassie yelled to him as she held out her hand again, leaning out off the dock as far as she dared.
Tony rose to all fours. As another wave tossed the motorboat toward the dock, he sprang toward Cassie again. Their hands connected and their grip held, just as the boat was thrown in yet a different direction, ripping the tie-off rope from the dock, and sweeping it away along with everything else in the lake. Cassie summoned all the strength she could muster, yanking him up onto the flooded dock and out of harm’s way.
“Are you alright?” she asked, gathering him into her arms and hugging him to her.
“I warned you that dynamite wasn’t stable,” said Gram, splashing her way onto the dock behind them.
“Never mind that right now,” said Grandpa Hank. “Let’s get inside before we’re swept away like that boat.” As if to emphasize his point, the end of the dock sank into the raging water, disappearing into the torrents.
“Come on. Hurry!” Cassie said, raising her voice to be heard above the roar of the water, pushing them all forward toward the safety of the cabin. She hustled them all inside ahead of her, slamming the door on the flooding chaos.
The porch swing gently swayed with their combined weight as they looked out upon the still marshy meadow and the recently rediscovered rock formations, the morning sun barely showing its rays over the top of them. Cassie lay her head on Tony’s shoulder, still sleepy-eyed, clutching her sleeping baby girl to her in the crook of her arm.
“You going out again today?” Tony asked.
“Mmm-hmm,” Cassie replied, not opening her eyes. “Have to if I’m going to rediscover the location of the gold before it’s time to pass it on to Isabella.”
Tony placed a finger under her chin, turning it up to look at him. “I thought you didn’t want her to carry on the legacy?” he said with a puzzled look.
Cassie smiled at him. Sometimes she thought she loved him even more now than when she’d tried to save him from the curse last spring. It was the times when she saw him gently rocking their little Isabella, or playing “This Little Piggy” with her, making her laugh, or times like now, when he struggled so hard to understand, that made her adore him all the more.
“Things are different now,” Cassie said. “Since the lake drained, the natural landscape has reappeared. Fish and Wildlife have no reason for jurisdiction here. No more tourists traipsing up here looking for the gold from my cousin’s book. And if anyone does come looking, we can legally chase them off now. When it’s time to pass it down to Isy, it will be okay because there’s no need to protect it. All she’ll have to do is keep the lucky guy she marries from poking around in the hills.”
“So, now you’re okay with being the Keeper?” Tony asked.
“Now I am the Keeper,” Cassie said. “Whether I’m okay with it or not.”
“Because the lake chose you?” Tony said.
“No,” Cassie said, shaking her head. “Because it is my place. It’s the way my ancestors wanted it. I know I’ll find where the gold is hidden in this new landscape, because my ancestors want me to find it.”
“One thing I can’t figure out,” Tony said. “Why does the curse affect only the men? Why would your female ancestors do that? The men were a part of the tribe.”
“The men in the tribe were greedy,” Cassie said. “Many of them were corrupted by the white man’s whiskey and sought after the gold to trade for the liquid fire. The women took charge, keeping the gold hidden from them as well. If a male had a need for financing, enough gold was made available to meet their needs, but only the Keeper was allowed to know the location of the cavern, even before the landslide submerged it all.”
“Well, I’m content to let you keep all the secrets you want. Just don’t beat me up anymore,” Tony said with a chuckle. “That’s all I ask.”
Cassie sat up straight, stopping the motion of the porch swing with her foot and handing Isabella to him. “I’m not making any promises,” Cassie said, laughing. “You just be a good boy and take good care of our Isabella while I search.”
“You’re going out now?” he said. “It’s barely sunrise.”
“Isabella knows her destiny already,” Cassie said, rising to her feet. “That’s why she woke me up so early.”
“Really?” Tony said with a smirk. “And I thought it was because she was hungry.”
“All right, smart guy,” Cassie said, slugging him in the shoulder. “Gram’s cooking breakfast. Go on in and eat. I want to cover this end of the slope today, but I’ll be back before supper, I promise.”
Cassie kissed her husband on the cheek, and bent to peck her daughter on the forehead. Then, she set out across the marshy terrain of the meadow, catching a glimpse of a dark figure on the hill across the meadow, still and watching. Maybe today would be the day that she will find the gold.
For Kaye Lynne Booth, writing is her passion. Kaye has been a freelance writer for six years, with published work both online and in print. Kaye holds a dual M.F.A. degree in Creative Writing with emphasis in genre fiction and screenwriting. It is a very strange time indeed when Kaye does not have at least three WIPs going in addition to her schooling and writing for hire. Kaye also maintains a writing blog, “Writing to be Read,” where she publishes things of interest in the literary and screenwriting worlds.
