I’ve fallen into a world I have a lotta trouble understanding. I survived two tours in the desert war, so I sure as hell should be able to deal with the witchy goings-on in these here hills. I was born and raised not ten miles from the Fields’ farm, so I understand Dan. He was just born 160 years before me, a fact I ain’t never gonna wrap my head around. I’m related to Dan’s wife, Allie, so I stopped by when I got outta the Army. Allie invited me to dinner and Dan offered me a job in the woodshop.
I’ve been able to help Dan out with a few techie tricks I learned in the military. He’s gotta be the first man born in 1838 to maneuver a drone. In hand-to-hand combat, Dan’s a wicked opponent, a fact not wasted on his evil cousin, Dillon, who is another traveler from the 1860s.
I can almost understand the idea of time travel, but these fairies and their magical empire are beyond me. They call themselves the “Fey” and say they’re magic, but when they ain’t playing dress-up, they look just like you and me. They are uppity and annoying. The only thing that’s really impressive is that they can make their fingers light up in the dark. Otherwise, they’re snotty frauds trying to act like little gods.
My branch of the Johnson family never had no belief in magic. I was brought up to believe only what I could see and touch. My great Aunt Leticia did believe in ghosts. She used to sprinkle salt on the doorsills to keep out the haints. The main spirit she wanted to banish was Dan’s grandmother, Anna Mae.
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