The Blue Flower Case hadn't ended but only
"It's unsettling, Phil."
I'd dreamed of it again last night, the
blue flower's strange perfume, before the doe entered the cabin through
the door left ajar and nipped me on the ear as I dozed in the chair
by the blue-flamed fire--
Before Glad arrived drunk and told the
story of Jim and the bull and I went to bed and hid within the Horse
and entered Troy to free Helen, then woke to find the nude statue
in the river by the cabin--an old joke on newcomers Blair's father-in-law
liked to play, Blair had forgotten to warn me--
"It gives me a chill, makes you really wonder
about the hidden nature of things--"
And later met Viv Stone and petted Blossom
her tame deer in the lovely yard with blooming purple
and she'd insisted I had to meet Beulah--"If you don't hurry, you'll
miss the chance of a lifetime"--
And Blair nearly hit the wild buck and doe
and two fawns as we rushed past Web Olson's famous Bar-Circle Ranch
after the radio call, to question Frankie Two Shoes about the flying
saucer and the dismembered steer and meet the Air Force who'd lost
the secret part . . . .
At the jail, Blair had sent us home, while
he and Ray Bell went to interview Bill Sharp, who ran a hardware store
and dealt in black-market electronics pilfered from Walker Field--
"We'll see where that leads," Blair said.
"Take off and go fishing, before it gets dark. You've had enough of
"It's an odd series," I said. "Of coincidences."
I was being led down a maze, with something
shadowed at its center, Web Olson or Charles Whitman,