The color drained from Timmy’s face. “Yes, ma’am, I do.”
His men began backing up.
“Git or do you want a repeat of last time?” I gave him my Debbie Sunshine smile.
Uncle Saul’s eyebrows rose.
Jake groaned.
Kaelen muttered something under his breath.
“I don’t recognize your authority,” Timmy blustered.
My gaze fixed on a large wasp nest in an orange tree. Drawing on my telekinesis, I yanked it off the branch and threw it at his soldiers.
Smack! The nest hit a soldier in the face. He instinctively caught it. “What the hell is this?”
The pissed off wasps boiled out.
Screaming like a little girl, he tossed it to his buddy, who tossed it to another soldier and on it went. It almost reminded me of that game Target Toss.
Swatting madly at the wasps, Timmy’s men jumped into their vehicles and sped off, almost hitting the detention van as it pulled into the parking lot.
“You’re Satan’s spawn,” Timmy hissed and went for his pistol.
Uncle Saul dropped him with a single punch.
“I’m almost afraid to ask, but what did you do the last time?” Jake handcuffed Timmy.
I grinned. “Doctor Welby’s ostriches. Those suckers are mean. I simply opened the gate, and their ornery nature took over. They chased the Oath Keepers all the way to Glendale Avenue and the Doc was right behind them with his shotgun.” I laughed. “A few of them got a rump full of rock salt.”
“God, I’d love to have seen that,” Jake chuckled.
My grin got bigger. “Dad got it on tape.”
“Are those wasps heading our way?” Uncle Saul wanted to know.
We all stared at the swarm of angry wasps and skedaddled back into the store.
Chapter Twelve
Becoming Coletti…
I slipped out of the ranch’s small office while Uncle Saul, Kaelen and Zarek discussed our star charts. They still didn’t have a clue where Earth was located. Which was good for the Tai-Kok but not so good for us.
I used the opportunity to quietly explore my mental link with Kaelen and discovered that six hundred years ago the Coletti race was almost wiped out in the Great Galactic War. Unfortunately for the females of the universe, chemicals used to bomb Tanith, the Coletti Empire’s home world, created a genetic anomaly, and only one female baby was born for every one thousand males.
Facing extinction, the Coletti Warlords started raiding other planets and species for their prized psychic females.
Quinn was right. There would be a price for the Coletti Empire helping us. Anyone with psychic abilities would be converted, whether they agreed or not. I wasn’t quite sure what that entailed, but I knew the Jones boys would fight it tooth and nail.
Grabbing a shotgun out of the armory in the garage, I climbed into Uncle Saul’s old jeep and drove down the dry creek bed looking for the wild turkeys Greta, the housekeeper, had spotted.
“Are these turkeys you hunt dangerous?”Kaelen inquired.
Bringing the jeep to a stop, I scanned the area for any kind of wildlife.“No.”I flashed him an image of a turkey.“I’m sickto death of MREs and I want a turkey dinner with all the trimmings.”
“And you need time to think about our relationship. I am no longer just a voice in your head.”
