#182
Clora wandered through the corral and out into the horse pasture. Ivory was protective and switched sides to silently warn away any horses, that dared come close. Needing to talk to God in a private manner, Clora spoke softly as she prayed aloud.
There was so much she needed to speak to God about, and although Clora prayed daily, this was a much needed 'away from all confusion' time. Clora walked to the end of the pasture, lost in her private time with God.
When she came to the back property fence, she stopped and leaned her arms against the post holding the gate. She could feel that Mark was near, her protection. It wasn't often that Clora needed to leave the constant whirlwind of her daily life; but today she needed to talk with God without interuption.
Clora leaned against the post, almost having to put her arms around it, to steady herself. Head bowed, she prayed for clairifacation of the jumbled messages she was recieving. There was extreme danger for Mark, Tess and Wyatt in their trek to the conference; but there was also a bloody confrontation waiting to happen to the clan that remained at home.
With her mind screaming with the danger she could feel, Clora didn't realize she was shaking so badly that clinging to the post was the only reason she wasn't in a heap on the ground.
Mark was watching and made the decision to interupt Clora's solitary communion with God. Speaking low and with force, Mark walked toward Clora, alerting her to his nearness. It was easy to tell she wasn't hearing him speak, so lost in her prayers.
Mark advanced slowly, knowing that if he startled Clora, she might whirl around and shoot him, as lost in her mind as she was. Ivory sat watching him with unblinking eyes, and dog and man slowly came to a conclusion. Ivory nosed Clora's hand, the touch of the dog finally registering with Clora.
"Clora," Mark's deep voice floated into the corner of Clora's consciousness. "Clora, I'm on your right side and walking to you. I don't want you to fall, you look very disoriented and weak."
Clora nodded slightly, unable to find her voice. Mark reached her, sliding his arm around her waist, feeling his wife slump against him in relief. Ivory was watching him carefully, understanding that her mistress was confused and feeling unsettled.
"Have you 'felt' something?" Mark questioned, as a way to keep Clora grounded to his presence.
Clora nodded again slightly. Drawing a deep breath, she looked at Mark and said weakly but with conviction, "They plan to kill the three of you at the convention. There will also be a raid on the town here, while you are gone. Mark, many of us will die."
There, she had gotten the words out, but her shaking didn't diminish. "Mark, if you go, you and Tess will die. Toby, Milo and myself will die here."
Mark put his arms securely around Clora and touched his cheek to hers. Wet with her tears, Clora rubbed her face against his. "I don't want you to die, I don't know why this is happening as it is, but Mark don't go."
"If you say so, I won't go," he promised. "You ask very little of me, but this, this I can do to honor your concern; and I will gladly do so. Help me put together a plan of action, to keep us all safe." he went into planning mode.
"Wyatt won't be happy with our decision, but he needs to make a decision about his own life. I presume that Tess will be having the same conclusions?" Mark rubbed his chin in consernation.
"Yes, and I'm not sure she will be able to keep Wyatt from going. He isn't aware of our 'gifts' and there's more than a large possibility that he won't believe. There have been twinges in his memory that have questioned what he has seen and heard, but not enough to blindly believe without good, doccumentable cause."
"We may have to do an exibition for him to provide concrete proof. Tell me, how interested is Tess? If he turns out to be a blooming idiot and won't listen to us and gets killed, what will that do to her?" The father in Mark was in full, protective mode.
"I think,"...Clora faltered, "I think we need to go back and have a straight talk with Wyatt and Tess. "This needs to be sorted out now, before Tess is involved any deeper that she already is. I just can't predict how reasonable he will be, some people instantly reject what they don't understand."
"If he hurts her," Mark threatened with a deep growl, "he won't live to regret it." Mark the Dad was in full blown protection mode.
"Easy Mark, it's God's will that we need to honor with obedience. Neither Tess or Wyatt will welcome your interfernce, and they are still very unsure of one another. Well, Tess is probably more sure than he is; but he might be frightened of her ability and just leave. In fact I feel that he probably will go away until his head gets straightened out. I'm not saying that it won't hurt her, but she will understand, eventually." Clora was gripping Mark's arm with a strength he didn't know she had.
"Tell me Clora, how soon will the strike/attack happen here?"
"Within the week that you were supposed to leave."
"I was hoping we might have time to build some sort of defense, like the wall that we had at Walter's farm." The two of them started walking slowly back toward the house.
"No time," Clora said softly, "Donny and his family at the South edge, and Tess to the North are the most vunerable."
Their talk was interupted by Ivory's deep growl. She was staring back behind them, toward the forest. Hackles up, she continued to growl and show her teeth.
"She's not a hysterical dog, there's something dangerous out there," Clora whispered.
"Keep walking," Mark instructed, "I'm covering behind us. Go to the barn, I'm going to call the horses in, so find a safe place."