“He’s been here,” one of the detectives said, pointing up. And there it was – the Devil’s silhouette.
Chester’s skin tingled with anticipation; this meeting was the first of many to come. He’d finally meet the man behind the mask…
He’d been close so many times. There was Tulum in the summer of ’98. And Hoboken in the winter of ’04. And Odessa in ’08 and ’09.
Paddling with greater intensity, the canoe neared the entrance to Satan’s Cove.
Chester explored the rock, finding ashes amidst the seagull droppings. He scraped it away and bagged it to take back to the lab.
Chester was an expert in his field of forensic paranormal metaphysics.; an oxymoron to be sure.
One of many in his life. His last name’s Black but he’s white. He expects the unexpected. And his favorite appetizer? Jumbo shrimp.
Chester’s concentration was broken when he became aware of an increasingly strong presence of brimstone in the air.
He paddled away, certain he knew where to go next.
The cove at the far side of the island had been billowing smoke since the expedition started. It was there he would find the….
He would continue his journey far across the sea—to the land of the 1000 trees, in search of the White Lady.
For only she possessed the power to intercept this ungodly work of the Man in Black himself.
The evil Johnny Cash. Composer of great music. Destroyer of Earth. And Chester’s deceased nemesis.
Chester donned his plasma electroscopic lenses. Yep, it was Evil Johnny. He could tell from the
ring of fire.
The fire that burns, burns, burns.
June Carter slowly crept behind Chester. “Hello C, it’s been too long, we’ve been waiting for you.”
Chester’s mouth dropped. “What for, Ms. Carter?” he asked.
Chester had a thing for June. Even though she was just a ghost. Perhaps that’s why Johnny had resurfaced after Odessa.
June was in all white. And Chester put it all together. “Are you the…” he started. “The White Lady?” she interjected. “Yes. I am.”
Of course June was the only one who could control the Man in Black. She took Chester to see Cash and the burning ring of fire.
But when they got there, the ring was gone. And so were all signs of Cash, except his black coat. “Thwarted again,” cackled June.
A furious Chester continued the search, adding the Land of 1000 Trees in ’11 to his list of close encounters with Mr. Cash.
The Devil, Johnny Cash and June Carter Cash. And Chester, the oxymoronic detective who was in love with June and hunted down Cash. And June – always looking out for her Johnny, even when they’re ghosts. She kept Chester at bay just enough for Johnny to disappear. Again.
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