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    Naked Crow 6: Hidden Village
    Naked Crow 6: Hidden Village
    Naked Crow 6: Hidden Village
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    Naked Crow 6: Hidden Village

    By P.Z. Walker

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    One of the owners of the Mighty Oaks naturist resort complains about bad sleeping. Sheila offers to help when she hears about his dreams. A number of interesting nights are the start for Sheila's encounter with a hidden village.

    At the same time there's an unexpected visitor from overseas who will have a few surprises up the proverbial sleeve for Sheila. This visitor isn't the only one. Josy, Sheila's best friend, has some news that isn't what anyone would have expected.

    This is book 6 in the "Naked Crow" series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherP.Z. Walker
    Release dateJun 1, 2017
    ISBN9781370140671
    Naked Crow 6: Hidden Village
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    P.Z. Walker

    Naturist activist and author, luring people into naturism one story at a time, using many genres, from mystery through history to fantasy.

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      Naked Crow 6 - P.Z. Walker

      Chapter 1.

      It took four people four months to put this together? Sheila kept her voice down so only Jeremy could hear her. She stared at the gathering of items around them.

      You're not impressed, are you?

      Are you? She looked at him over the rim of her glass of champagne as she took a sip. So far the drinks were the best thing she had encountered in the gallery.

      Not really, Jeremy admitted, but the artists themselves are really nice people. Charlie and Rodney decided to give them a chance.

      Sheila stared at the welded-together scrap metal around them. They have a bigger heart than I have. She hooked her arm through his. I'm sorry they made you work on this, sweetie.

      Before Jeremy could respond, a huge man walked over to them. He had a bottle of champagne in one hand and a tray with snacks in the other, and he looked as if he claimed that as his own. Hey, the man said, I'm Jack. He smiled with such confidence that Sheila was certain his name had to mean something but it didn't ring a bell with her.

      Jack is one of the artists, said Jeremy.

      You got that right, said Jack and took a swig from the bottle. That piece is mine. He pointed the tray at something triangular. Typical of my work. I love triangles. I'd love to have you in one of my triangles, he said and winked at Sheila. The blonde shaman stared at the man and willed him to move on. She was not in a mood to listen to this kind of crap. She was here with her boyfriend and that man didn't seem to understand. Or simply didn't care. As if he was poked, Jack shook his head and walked off, drinking from the bottle again.

      Jack-ass, Sheila whispered. I wish I hadn't met him. Nice people you said, right? She wanted to get away from this person as far and as quickly as possible. She didn't even want to be polite about it.

      He seemed okay when we were setting this up, Jeremy said. That was bad. I'm really sorry. They walked past several other metal objects and found refuge at a table where Charlie and Rodney stood talking to a couple of guests. Sheila was grateful they had not seen Jack again although they could still hear him bragging about 'his' art from somewhere.

      Sheila, so nice to see you again! Rodney, co-owner of the gallery, walked over and carefully hugged her. Are you enjoying yourself, child? He had taken up the habit of calling Sheila child lately. This is so exciting, isn't it? So different from all the vulnerable art we've done so far. His eyes shone, telling Sheila he really liked everything here. Or at least he had told himself he did.

      I'm enjoying the company very much, Sheila answered truthfully. I admit that this art style isn't really my style.

      Of course, child, said Rodney as he saw someone he waved at. Excuse me... And gone was the man.

      You must forgive Rodney, said Charlie. He's been very nervous about this show, precisely because it is such a different one from other shows. Jeremy did good work with the lights and the effects, don't you think? Sheila just nodded. She hadn't paid much attention to that and didn't feel like looking around at the lights because then she'd see the ugly scrap heaps again. Jeremy would understand.

      He actually understood so well that he got them out of there less than half an hour later. It was too obvious that you didn't like the exhibition, he said as they drove home. Can't blame you. I just had fun with the arrangements and such. The metal bits would be there for the entire week, he told her, and during that time he wouldn't have to be there unless something needed adjusting. The next exhibition will be much more fun, he went on. A school for handicapped children asked if there was an option to put artwork from their students up. If only for a few days. Charlie and Rodney went over there and had a look. Jeremy smiled. When they returned they were on fire about some of the pieces they had seen!

      Sheila heard the change in the tone of his voice as he talked about the art of the handicapped children. Some were physically challenged and others were mentally behind, but the things they had created apparently were amazing. Now that is something I really would like to see, she said after he had finished talking. He promised he'd take her to see the show once it was all up and running.

      That's a deal then. And now we're going home for a beer and some relaxing.

      Accomplishing those things was easy. With the TV on for some background noise they lay on the big couch, enjoying the intimacy of being close together and feeling each other without the limitations of clothing. This is what I was born for, Sheila mumbled as she lay in Jeremy's arms. His kiss on her cheek made her smile. That's what you were born for, she assured him.

      Any plans for tomorrow? he asked as he nuzzled her neck.

      Hm-hm. Nothing special. Morning at the Centre. I hope that Joe won't start talking about bows again. And Mighty Oaks in the afternoon. Sheila had no desire to do more bow making workshops for now. It had been fun at first. All that had happened because Acaraho had taught Sheila how to make her own bow a while ago. Now it was becoming a drag because too many people wanted to make their own bow. Sheila wasn't certain if they had the right mindset for that. She loved her job at the Mighty Oaks naturist resort more and more though, which was a great compensation for some of the boring things that occasionally happened at the Native American Centre. And what are you going to do? Look at scrap metal again? The snort Jeremy blew out tickled her neck.

      I have an appointment at a small gallery to improve their security and check some other stuff. Jeremy didn't want to reveal more so they lay on the couch for a while with the sound of the TV in the background.

      We should go to bed, Sheila said even though she really didn't want to get up. This was just too comfortable.

      We could also pull the blanket up, he responded. They always had a comfy blanket beneath the couch. The blanket it was.

      ***

      How did you do that? Sheila was surprised that Jeremy was already up and making breakfast. He had been on the couch squeezed between her and the backrest, and somehow he had managed to get up without waking her up.

      I'm training to be a burglar, Jeremy said without missing a beat. I guess I just passed my first test. He laughed as he walked over to her and kissed her on the nose. Come on, it's time to get up and eat something.

      Coffee too? Sheila sniffed loudly. I don't smell coffee.

      I'm leaving that to you so you'd better hurry.

      You're a rat! Sheila wanted to throw a pillow at him but as she wasn't in bed, that search ended quickly. I'm putting salt in yours, she threatened him as a final resort. Jeremy just laughed and sat down next to her.

      You're cute when you try to be angry, he said with a grin. He brushed some hair away from her face. I'm going to paint you one of these days. And that's a promise.

      Okay, okay, I'll make the coffee, she muttered, but stop making such threats. Sheila wasn't certain she'd come out well on a painting, even though Jeremy would flatter her appearance as much as he could. She left the comfort of the couch and hauled herself off towards the kitchen. As she saw the coffee machine all prepared - she only needed to press the button - she looked at the man who was setting the table. You're sweet, she whispered as she pressed the actual button.

      Do you have any new paintings planned? Sheila asked as they sat at the breakfast table. Jeremy had developed amazing skills as an artist, as far as she could tell. Art wasn't anything she felt adequate in but what he made looked very nice.

      Yes. You. I said so, remember?

      Sure. I'll pull an old blanket around me and sit down on the ground so you can paint me from behind. Like an old squaw who sits near a camp-fire. And you can change my hair colour to black so no one recognises me. Jeremy leaned on the table, his hands resting in his hands. He looked at her in a way she liked, but she would like to know why he looked at her this way so early in the morning. I know you're not undressing me with your eyes, she joked, so what's on your mind, mister?

      You with black hair, was the response she hadn't expected. I think you would look good that way.

      Sheila almost dropped her coffee. Me. Black hair. I'm a natural blonde in case you hadn't noticed. She held up some of her hair. "And Acaraho named me Shíile Isshiiá which means Yellowhair, so that wouldn't be right."

      It would be fun to be confusing, said Jeremy. Think about it, please. He looked at the clock. More coffee?

      After breakfast they both got dressed. As Jeremy walked out the door he turned to Sheila and asked her to consider dyeing her hair black, if only once, for the painting. The blonde shaman grinned and said she'd give it a thought. As soon as he'd walked off she had already decided to maybe do it. Or not. As she opened up the Native American Centre and started a fresh pot of coffee she thought about his suggestion again and looked at herself in a small mirror. Sheila with black hair. That would be a shock to the world!

      It is not a strange idea, Shíile Isshiiá, Acaraho surprised her at a moment of the morning when no visitors were at the Centre. Native Americans usually have black hair. You could try it. Sheila argued that the change would be too much for most people. She was blonde, and to become all black-haired all of a sudden! "The person who is most afraid of this change is obviously you, Yellowhair."

      Are you mocking me? Sheila knew he would do that if he felt it was needed.

      Yes. But at the same time I am telling the truth, Sheila. If you are honest with yourself you fear this.

      Sheila stared at her empty coffee mug. He was right and he knew it. And she knew it. Damn it, why did she have to be such a see-through personality for her guide? Her phone rang. Somehow she was glad about that as it was a great reason to stop thinking these thoughts.

      Sheila? Victor here. That was surprising. Her bosses from the naturist resort hardly ever called her outside work hours. Do you think you can come over a little earlier today? Belinda was going to watch the kiddie pool but she slipped and now she has her ankle in a cast.

      Damn, that's too bad for her. How serious is it? Sheila was relieved to hear Belinda would be back on her feet in a few weeks but that still left the Mighty Oaks without someone's help for those weeks. I don't know if I can leave here sooner, Victor, she said, but have you asked Mike? Maybe Wendy can help out a bit. Sheila knew that was a gamble because Wendy had her own job as well but it didn't hurt to ask.

      I tried to find her but I failed and so I resorted to one of the very trustworthy people. That's you.

      That was bad. Sheila didn't like to say no to Victor but there was no way she could leave much earlier. Unless.. There is someone I could try to call, Victor. Let me try and get back to you. After ending the call she looked up Josy's number and hoped her friend was not doing anything horrible to someone's teeth.

      Hey you. Whatcha need me for? Josy sounded cheerful.

      Hey you too. Could you take some time off to watch the kiddie pool at the Oaks? Sheila crossed the fingers of her free hand.

      What? You're asking me to leave this wonderful, air-conditioned place where I can poke around in people's mouths to run around naked in the sunshine among other naked people? Josy failed entirely at sounding shocked.

      I am. And if you could please say yes because Victor's waiting for my answer. And if you don't want to run around naked then you can come here and cover for me while I do that. At that moment Sheila noticed a pair of feet appearing on the floor she was looking at. Oh shit. She looked up and saw an elderly lady staring at her with huge eyes.

      I'm sorry, Sheila. I'll take the afternoon off and head out to be nekkid. The other oral hygienist will be able to cope.

      You're an angel, Josems. Thank you so much. Got to go now. Have fun! Sheila quickly ended the call. Good morning, welcome to the Native American Centre, she then said to the lady who still appeared stunned.

      "Good morning, miss. Did I just hear you say run around naked?"

      Sheila gave the woman her best smile. Yes, you did.

      And what was the reason for that? It certainly wasn't why this woman had come into the Centre but Sheila took it as a possibility to enlighten someone.

      I just asked a friend if she could fill in for someone who broke her ankle.

      Naked? The woman stepped back as she said the word.

      Indeed. Well, I don't know if the girl who broke her ankle was naked when it happened. The job is at a naturist resort. Sheila carefully picked her words and kept a smile on her face as much as possible while she talked.

      "Naturist resort. The woman repeated the words as if she had just swallowed something foul. That's where those perverts are, isn't it? And you know of such a place?"

      Perverts? There are no perverts there, ma'am. Just people who prefer not to wear clothes when the weather's good for it. If perverts are seen, they're thrown out as fast as possible. Sheila did her best to stay polite. Perverts. Some people really had no idea. But I am certain you didn't come here to discuss this. Sheila changed her voice to something more business-like, or so she hoped.

      Ehm, no, I mean yes. I am here for information on Indians. My granddaughter has to write a paper on them and she needs something for that.

      Indians. Sheila kept her mouth shut for a few seconds. Native Americans were not people from India. Oh well. Is there a specific tribe she wants to write about?

      Eh, I don't know. Just give me something that makes some sense to a fifteen year old girl. The woman was still steaming about the perverts. Sheila sensed that without any effort. She ignored that part of the woman's attitude and collected a few booklets on local tribes.

      I'm sure she will be able to find a lot of information in here, she said. And if your granddaughter needs more specific information she can always come to the Centre. The smile she added was meant to look professional. It would take more than a grumpy person who didn't understand naturism to ruin her day.

      Chapter 2.

      What happened to you? It was not the kind of greeting Mandy usually said when coming in but the look on Sheila's face made her worry. Something wrong with Jeremy?

      No. That would have been really bad. Sheila was more than glad to see her co-worker come in. She told Mandy about the demanding woman who called naturists perverts and then about two other people who had asked for things that were either totally unrelated to what the Centre stood for. I hope that took care of the weird ones for the day so you'll only have the interested ones.

      Mandy poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down behind the desk. Sorry for you but good to know Jeremy's okay. Will you be too?

      Oh, sure. Always. After a while. Sheila reached for the ceiling to get some stiffness out of her spine. You'll never guess what he asked me. If I wanted to dye my hair black.

      Mandy looked around. There was no one at the Centre except the two of them. Then she screamed at such a high pitch that Sheila thought her ears would get permanent damage. You should do that! You'd look awesome!

      Oh gods, not you too. Sheila wished she had kept her mouth shut. It made her think though. If even Mandy was thrilled with the idea... but not now. Now she had to change and head over to the Mighty Oaks. There was work to do and she might have a chance to catch up with Josy and trade the latest bits of gossip. I'll paint my hair black when you paint yours red.

      Deal, Mandy said and grinned.

      Cool. You'll have a calm afternoon, I had all the loonies this morning. Have fun! With that Sheila rushed up to her loft and soon she was off to her other job.

      The drive went quickly and she got out of her clothes as soon as she had pulled her car into the resort's parking. This should be obligatory, she mumbled to herself as she raised her arms up to the sky for a moment, enjoying the freedom of pure being.

      It's good, isn't it? The words came from a few passers-by whom Sheila had never seen before.

      It sure is, she confirmed. It always feels good to shed the outside world. Her words surprised her but they rang truer than she would have expected. The outside world forced its clothing regulations on everyone. Here at the resort those regulations were non-existent.

      Enjoy your day, miss, the two said as they walked on. Sheila grinned. She would work here and enjoy her day at the same time. What wasn't to enjoy this way? She took her trusty bag and marched to the office where she announced her presence.

      Sheila! several people exclaimed. So much enthusiasm usually meant they had been waiting for her, which in turn either meant a lot of work or problems. Luckily this time there was only happiness from her co-workers involved. We're so glad you found Josy to take over at the children's pool. She's doing a great job, said John.

      Want me to go and check on her? Sheila was curious how her friend was doing. She had never before asked Josy to do something like this at such short notice.

      Sure. And take some ice cream, it's warm out there, John advised her. Sheila thanked him for that tip, walked past the ice cream place and carried two cones to the pool. She grinned as she knew this wasn't officially okay'd by her bosses here but lots of people did it and no one ever complained.

      Sheila found Josy sitting at the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water. Hey.

      Josy looked up and behind her. Hey you!

      "Mind if I kick your butt into the

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