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    Naked Crow 7: Sacred Arrows
    Naked Crow 7: Sacred Arrows
    Naked Crow 7: Sacred Arrows
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    Naked Crow 7: Sacred Arrows

    By P.Z. Walker

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    A mysterious archer goes around, shooting people seemingly at random. Since the arrows clearly have a Native American origin, the police get in touch with Sheila. While this goes on, Josy gets into an occupational tight spot.

    Sheila is also put in charge of handling a theatre group that wants to perform a play at the Mighty Oaks resort, while she's looking after two special guests of whom she grows quite fond.

    Then there's the big surprise that Jeremy has for Sheila, but that's not all: Mandy and Josy team up to arrange something special for Sheila and Jeremy.

    These and more adventures are waiting for you. Dive right in. Just don't get hit by Sacred Arrows.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherP.Z. Walker
    Release dateSep 20, 2018
    ISBN9780463387207
    Naked Crow 7: Sacred Arrows
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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 7 - P.Z. Walker

      Chapter 1

      Jesus! Be careful! If you go on shooting like that you're likely to kill someone! Sheila jumped to where the young man was standing. He lowered his bow and looked at Sheila with a big, stupid grin on his face.

      But the arrow hit! Here, lemme show you; I can do that again. He reached for another arrow but Sheila yanked the bow from his hand.

      No, you're not showing anything. Your shooting session is over. And it would be the last one here, as long as she was concerned.

      But...

      Nope. Sheila kept the bow far from the idiot's grabbing fingers. "One more but and I'll kick you in yours."

      The young man looked hurt. After staring at the arrows he hadn't used yet he walked off, muttering profanities. He didn't look back.

      He isn't going to love you for that, another archer in training said. Sheila couldn't care less. The boy was a danger to everyone around so he had to go. She did wonder if he was going to make a formal complaint about being kicked out but he didn't strike her like someone to do that.

      If he's crazy enough to point an arrow at anyone with the string pulled back I can do without his love, said the archery teacher. She made a mental note to tell John at the desk about this person. John sometimes also did archery sessions. He still envied Sheila for the bow she'd made by hand, even after making his own.

      The group minus one continued their shooting class. Sheila kept watching her remaining four students, adjusting poses and commenting on the way they kept their elbows. Remember to keep your arm level. Lower it and your arrow will go up, she warned them. And Felicity, keep that string a bit further from your body if you value your boob.

      Oh. Felicity looked down for a moment. Shit. Thanks.

      Gerald, feet more apart, that gives you more stability. And on it went until class was over. The students thanked her and offered to put the shooting material away. Sheila told them she'd handle that on her own. You're here for your vacation. Go and enjoy that time.

      After watching the four walk off she collected and counted all the arrows. Nothing missing. Very good. Sheila checked the time. Still half an hour before Jeremy would come over for dinner. She smiled as she thought of him. I'm the luckiest Shaman alive, she told her bow as she picked it up and tightened the string. She pulled and let it go. It hummed at her. Such a wonderful sound.

      Are you ready for the lesson? Acaraho had kept to the background during the time she'd been teaching.

      I am. Do you think I'll ever get this? Sheila picked up two arrows and held those lightly between thumb, index and middle finger.

      You will. Follow the lead of your body, Shíile Isshiiá. Stop thinking about what it should do. That was easy for him to say. She took a deep breath, got into position and looked at the target. Practice the move slowly with the first arrow.

      Yes, boss. She felt like she'd done this a million times already, and failed as many times. No, stop, that was the wrong attitude. Bow low, ends of the arrow not aligned, first one lined up with string, nock it, lift bow while drawing back. It sounded easy but at the nock it things went wrong. Today was no different. Crap.

      You need to stop wanting this, Shíile Isshiiá. You need to feel the arrow. Acaraho's patience never ran out. Try it once more, and now look at your hand.

      Sheila performed the moves while looking. That went better although getting the arrow onto the string still didn't go so smoothly. At least the arrow flew and hit the target. Wow, great. She tried not to sound too sarcastic. Acaraho had made her treat the ends of those arrows so they weren't exactly round. Her fingers should feel, know, how to hold the arrow to make it fit immediately. She just lacked the training and the experience.

      Acaraho and she tried it a few more times. According to her spirit guide she was improving but Sheila wasn't so convinced. With one arrow still between her fingers she was about to pack things up and head to the reception desk when she gave it one last, mad try. With her back to the target she pulled the arrow towards the string, drew back while turning and let the arrow go. To her shock it actually went. The projectile didn't hit the target but that didn't matter. This was the first arrow she'd sent flying this way. Yay me!

      Very good. You'll learn how to do this.

      Sheila went to collect the wayward arrow and put it in her bag with the others she'd made herself. No way someone else was going to touch those. Then she dragged the targets into the storage cabin. After storing the camp's bows and arrows there as well she locked up and strolled down to the reception. Her water bottle resembled a desert and she could do with some coffee too.

      ***

      After filling up her water bottle and getting her much needed coffee Sheila told John about the wild archery-student. He was surprised that something like that had happened. That's dangerous, he said, and thanked her for telling him about the wild one.

      Sure, we're in this together. Sheila emptied her coffee mug. I needed that. After a glance at the clock she realised she'd be needed in the kitchen soon. She was scheduled to work there this evening as someone else was on vacation. I'm going to be all sweaty and greasy again, she sighed. Why tonight? It was gorgeous weather. Jeremy wouldn't come over because she'd be in the kitchen. She'd rather go for a walk or a swim with him, but those things didn't pay any bills.

      You should let Jeremy know, said John. He winked.

      And you have a dirty mind, Sheila grinned.

      I know. One of my best assets, and it's a joy forever. Their conversation ended as the phone rang. Mighty Oaks Resort, this is John. How can I help you?

      Sheila walked out and watched the happy bunch of naked bodies lying and sitting on the large lawn, and the people who were walking around. Again she marvelled at how lucky she was to have this job. Even if it involved working in a warm kitchen once in a while...

      ***

      Someone should hand me a certificate that proves I'm crazy, Sheila muttered as she walked out of the kitchen. It had gotten much later than planned, she'd burnt her hand on something and dinner had been a matter of grabbing something here and there whenever there was time. Once outside and a few steps away from where all the business had been she felt better. The sky had started to get dark. Only in the distance she saw the amazing reds of the departing sun. Crazy or not, this is so cool... Sheila stood there and watched the scene until the ringtone from her bag that told her Jeremy wanted to talk to her.

      Heya, beautiful, he said, any thoughts on whether or not you're still coming home?

      Hey, pretty boy, Sheila said as she grinned. I just got out of the kitchen and should be home soon.

      Kitchen. That explains it. He told her he'd called a few times already. In the noisy kitchen she hadn't heard that. Well, it's almost dark so you don't have to put on your clothes to come home. He didn't laugh as he said that.

      I'll see about that. Sheila felt her cheeks get hot as she remembered driving home naked for the first time. She'd done it a few more times but only when it was very dark. It still was a bit too light for her taste. Oh, I had some bits of dinner already.

      Jeremy told her he had something for her in case she was still hungry. Bits of dinner didn't sound like proper food and he didn't want to worry about her eating habits. In the summer, when there was a lot to do at the Mighty Oaks, she usually lost some weight. Just get yourself over here, Sheila, he said. You can decide if you want to have something when you smell it. He laughed at her question if it looked so bad that she'd have to rely on her nose. Jeremy assured her that it looked edible enough as it was spaghetti. Sheila loved his spaghetti.

      I'm coming over as fast as I can! Keep it warm!

      The walk to the car park was nice. After the heat in the kitchen, the air outside cooled her down just enough. After another glance at the sky she thought, "What the heck..." A towel on the seat would have to do. She drove off, both windows rolled down. At the gate she got out of the car to open the way out. At this time of the evening that was safe.

      Oh. Hello, said the man who was standing there as the gate rolled open. His mouth fell open at seeing Sheila in the nude. Ehm... that's quite a surprise.

      Hoping she would hide her own surprise well, Sheila said, Hi. Why are you here?

      The man, who wore jeans cut off at the knee and a t-shirt, explained that his truck had broken down and he was looking for help. His phone had been stolen a few hundred miles back.

      That sounds like trouble, Sheila said. Would you please look me in the eyes when I'm talking to you? Have you never seen a naked person before?

      His eyes flew up to meet hers. I'm sorry. Of course I've seen naked people, but I'm not used to seeing a naked woman so suddenly.

      Okay. I'll get my phone so you can call someone to help you with your truck. Sheila turned and walked off. She could almost feel the man's eyes on her naked backside. She decided not to give a damn.

      The man introduced himself as Carlo Tucker as she handed him her phone. My mates always joke around, you know, he said as he carefully dialled a number. Tucker the trucker. He grinned at his own words. The person he was calling answered quite quickly. Sheila heard how Carlo told them how his rig had broken down and that he needed a mechanic to fix things up.

      Sheila looked beyond him, to the road. She heard a car drive by. Its headlights told her that Carlo's rig was a big truck with a long trailer, and it had broken down in front of the entrance to the resort. How the hell was she going to get home with that monster blocking the way?

      After some yes and okay he ended the call and handed back the phone. Thanks, miss. Ehm, they told me someone will come along tomorrow. Would you know a place where I can crash? A motel or so? His eyes drifted downwards for a moment.

      I do, but with your thing in the way I can't get you there, and... She'd almost said that the resort was booked full. As if a trucker would be interested in spending the night there. Well, maybe he would but for the wrong reasons.

      And? And I know it's inconvenient there.

      Sheila didn't feel like backing up her car all the way to the parking lot so she called the direct line to the restaurant and explained the situation at the gate. We'll have to think of something, she said. I don't know if there are people who want to leave tomorrow morning. They simply can't get out.

      And what about you? You're stuck there as well, right? Norma, the evening manager, sounded worried.

      I'll be okay. I can call Jeremy, Sheila said. Then it dawned on her that she couldn't leave her car standing here all night. She'd have to drive it to the parking lot backwards. Shit. Once I get my car back and parked.

      Andrew's here, listening too, said Norma. He can do that for you if you trust him. They agreed that Sheila would drive her car in reverse towards the car park while Andrew came walking towards her.

      Sheila explained to Carlo what they were going to do and that he should wait here for her. Once my car's safe I'll call my boyfriend. He can drop you off at the motel when he picks me up.

      Okay, no sweat, he said. I'll wait.

      Sheila closed the gate. That had to be done. Carlo would have to wait on the other side of the entrance. She got into her car and carefully got going. She hated driving in reverse and breathed relieved when she saw Andrew come along. Sheila grabbed her clothes and started putting them on.

      Hey... Andrew's eyebrows crawled towards his hairline. He grinned. You were going to drive home in the buff.

      I was. So? Sheila almost fell over pulling up her shorts.

      Nothing. I love doing that too. I just didn't know you were into that as well. Good luck getting home. Andrew got into her car and promised to be careful.

      Sheila watched him drive off. He did a much better job of that than she would ever manage. As she walked towards the gate she called Jeremy and told him what had gone wrong on the way home.

      Jeremy laughed as he heard all that. Leave it to you to run into something like that, he said, forcing down his last chuckle. And don't worry. I'm coming over. Maybe you can warn the motel that there's a trucker delivery coming in.

      Chapter 2

      After dropping off the trucker, Jeremy laughed. Sheila asked him what was so funny. She hoped he wasn't making fun of her being caught naked on the way out of the resort. Did you see his moustache? That enormous, bleached Christmas tree on his face? Jeremy burst out in laughter again, making the car swerve dangerously. Sheila almost grabbed for the steering wheel.

      Careful, Weber, I'm quite fond of my life. If you want to do tricks, do them without me.

      Jeremy apologised and was more careful instantly. You do have to admit his moustache was amazing. I've never seen anything that on someone's face before.

      Sheila grinned. He was right. The trucker's facial hair had been an impressive sight. Jeremy turned the car into the next street. Sheila recognised it and shivered.

      Are you cold? Jeremy checked the car's air conditioning. It was on low.

      No. This is the street with the house. A few months ago a house in this street had burnt to the ground. No one knew what had caused the fire. Four people had died, two others had barely survived the fire.

      Damn. Sorry, Sheila. I wasn't thinking. Jeremy could kick himself. He knew his girlfriend was so sensitive and now he'd put her through this. Really sorry.

      Sheila took a deep breath. It's okay, Jer. It's not so bad any more. She loved him for being so considerate. Slipping just once wasn't bad, and most of the feeling that hit her coming here had diffused by now. Still she was glad when they reached their home.

      Once inside, in the privacy of their loft, they took off their clothes to get comfortable. I think we deserve a beer, Jeremy said.

      Sheila nodded as she crashed on the couch. A double. Extra strong. She felt how tired she was. That extra time in the kitchen had been harder than it felt, with the heat and the rush. Oh, I love you for this, she said as her boyfriend handed her the can.

      In that case I'll get you a few more, he said with a grin. A kiss was his reward. He didn't need to get more beers. Next time better have something on, he couldn't resist. That trucker looked quite stunned all the time he was in the car.

      Yeah. That was not what I'd expected to happen. It should have been a simple, quick drive home. It was dark enough. She was half of a mind to stop even attempting it. This surprise had been too much. Jeremy said it wasn't every day that a truck would break down right there. Hey, that almost sounds as if you want me to drive around naked!

      He laughed. Do what you want. Just don't let one freak happening put you off. Sheila said she'd think about it, but not this night. It was close to bedtime anyway.

      ***

      As she'd feared already, the morning at the Centre was slow. Sheila looked at the shelves with leaflets. Nothing wrong there. More coffee? She felt like she could pee coffee by now. Acaraho, is there anything fun I can do while doing nothing here? It still amazed her that she was paid for this, and had nearly free living space too.

      I could teach you how to make a native dagger, he offered. A nice idea but Joe wouldn't like to see the Centre being transformed into a metal worker's place. Bows and arrows were already tricks she had learnt a while ago, so that was off the list as well. How about learning more of the Crow language? Sheila liked that idea,even though there wouldn't be many people she'd be able to talk to. It did give her something to do. Acaraho's patience also would be valuable in case people came in. And, so it turned out, it was necessary when they found that Sheila's language learning skills weren't very good.

      This is going to take forever, she complained after trying to remember a few words.

      I have enough time for that, was Acaraho's calm response.

      Yeah, sure, and we'll simply continue the lessons after I've died, huh?

      Before the spirit guide could reply to that, a few people came in. They wanted to know about Native American places in the area. One of them was remotely a descendant from someone Cherokee and he wanted to know more about that. Sheila explained that there hadn't been Cherokee tribes around here.

      I know, said the man, but here is where I am, so here is where I want to learn about Natives.

      Sheila understood. She told him she was a quarter Crow. The man's face lit up as he heard that, as if he'd found a long-lost relative.

      That's so wonderful. My name is Max. Max Coldwell. Not very Native, I know, but I'm used to it. Together with Sheila he browsed the shelves and wrote down a list of places he could visit. So all of those are spots that were important to the local First People? Wow. I'd never thought there would be this many. Sheila grinned. She liked the expression First People. Max seemed to know there was something she wasn't telling him so he asked what was on her mind.

      Sheila looked at the other people who'd come in with them. They were browsing the Centre. There is a spot that has a few more important places, but these aren't exactly located in a location that's generally accepted. Her words made Max curious though, so she explained about the area at and around the Mighty Oaks.

      Max listened and nodded. A nudist colony, then.

      "No. It's nothing like a colony. Sheila hated that word. Its like any other vacation resort, with one difference."

      A hedonistic difference.

      Again no. That makes it two differences. There's no sex happening anywhere outside. If people want to have sex they go into their bedrooms and lock the door. She wasn't 100% certain of the latter but she assumed as much. We just don't wear clothes when it's not necessary.

      "We... Max grinned, then his face became neutral and interested again. I'm not sure if I'm ready for such a step, Sheila. Thanks for the info on all those other places though. I'm going to have a great time finding them and experiencing them."

      By the time Mandy came in, Sheila was proud to have learnt two new words in the Crown language and told her friend and co-worker so. Nice, said Mandy. Too bad you're not learning Abenaki otherwise we could talk with each other. Sheila wasn't certain if her spirit guide knew that language. He assured her that he knew it and he was certainly willing to teach her that instead of Crow if she wanted. Mandy was surprised at that. I'd almost want a spirit guide myself, she said. Anything I should know beside that?

      Sheila told her about Max Coldwell and that he might come in again with questions. I doubt he'll be back soon, but he was quite eager to learn things so it's good you know. After that she went up to her loft and changed into the lightest, thinnest clothes she had. She wasn't going to be caught naked at the gate again.

      Have fun today, said Mandy as Sheila left the Centre.

      You too! Sheila walked out and stared at the empty spot where her car should be. Her first thought was that it had been stolen. Oh no... it was still at the parking lot of the Mighty Oaks! Damn it. How was she supposed to get there now? She called the resort and explained her problem.

      "Oh dear, that is indeed a bit of a problem.

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