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Authors: Bill Clem

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Medicine Cup

MEDICINE CUP
Bill Clem

Vision Books

Published by Vision Books

The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

VISION BOOKS

P.O. Box 9034

New York NY 10020

Copyright © 2008 by Bill Clem

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

ISBN 13: 978-0-9795808-4-0

ISBN 10: 0-9795808-4-6

www.billclem.com

Also by Bill Clem

Novels

Skin Deep

Diencephalon (Holland Carter Detective Series)

Presidential Donor

Bliss

Microbe

They All Fall Down (Holland Carter Detective Series) (2008)

Immortal

Medicine Cup (2008)

Replica (2009)

The Seventh Day (2009)

The Lazarus Effect (2009)

A Note From Anna (Holland Carter Detective Series) (2009)

Short Fiction

A Brief Interval

(Collection of Short Stories) (2008)

Acknowledgments

Special thanks to my editor John Hertzog for his keen eye; the great folks at Vision for keeping everything straight; and most of all, my wife and children for just being there.

This one is for Cindi and Debbie.

Table of Contents

Also by Bill Clem

Acknowledgments

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

The Amazon

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four

Chapter Forty-Five

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Seven

The Fountain

Chapter Forty-Eight

Chapter Forty-Nine

Chapter Fifty

Chapter Fifty-One

Chapter Fifty-Two

Chapter Fifty-Three

Chapter Fifty-Four

Chapter Fifty-Five

Chapter Fifty-Six

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Epilogue

Prologue

April 12, 1933

D
awn came to the Amazon rain forest.

As the small barge drifted downstream, Charles Baxter watched the pale sun burn away the chilly, damp mist of the jungle. Enormous trees with trunks the diameter of a truck rose two hundred feet overhead where their thick foliage blotted out the sky from anyone on the forest floor.

Baxter looked across to the riverbank. Curtains of brown moss hung down in tangles from the trees; beautiful orchids sprouted from the trunks. Further back, huge ferns, dripping with moisture, grew taller than a man. The overall picture was one of oversized-beauty. To Baxter, though, it felt like he’d landed on another planet.

Baxter put aside his rifle and stretched his stiff muscles. Dawn came quickly at the equator; soon it was quite light, although the mist remained. They had made good time during the night.

He closed the curtain on the tiny window and sat on the edge of a supply box and took out his personal first-aid kit. The pain had racked his body all night; the shot he’d given himself earlier had barely touched it, and now he felt as if they had ignited a blowtorch inside him. Wrapping a tourniquet around his bicep, he watched the veins pop up on his forearm. He drew up 25mg. of morphine and gave himself another injection.

Baxter thought how glad he was to make this one last trip; before this disease of his, this... cancer, finally ate up his insides, completely.

He had decided on the trip a year earlier after he’d met the captain who now piloted the small barge. A crusty Australian who lived in the jungle nearly all his adult life, he told Baxter strange stories about an elusive tribe called the Yohagi. Their tribe’s witch doctor, they claimed, could cure any ailment with his potions and elixirs made from exotic and rare jungle plants. Ten years earlier, the captain himself had staggered into the Yohagi village, nearly dead from fever. After a ritualistic dance and the sacrifice of a small monkey, they fed him a pungent liquid from a wooden bowl. He passed out and slept for three days. When he awoke, he later told Baxter, he was free from any illness at all.

Now, and for the past two weeks, Baxter, the Australian, and six native guides had tracked the movement of the Yohagi while the tribe hunted; one of the few times the tribe’s men left the safety of their village to wander into the Amazon forest. The guides accompanying them were from another tribe close to the Yohagi who knew the language and customs.

Baxter planned to ask permission of the hunters to go back to their village and meet with their medicine man. Perhaps they could cure him, where modern medicine had failed.

Baxter had booked the expedition knowing he had nothing to lose. If nothing else, maybe there would be something to ease his pain until he got home.
The morphine was just not strong enough anymore.

Baxter emerged from the cabin and suddenly the boat listed violently underneath him. He grabbed the railing to keep from falling and watched helplessly as it tossed four of the guides into the river. Instantly, terrified screams erupted from the river and echoed against the jungle canopy above. A throng of huge alligators snapped up the helpless guides, then spun them and crunched their bones like twigs. One guide managed to scramble back on board, dragging his mangled legs behind him. He collapsed on the deck at Baxter’s feet.

Baxter’s chest felt frozen. He gazed out from the barge and then saw what had nearly capsized them. A huge log had breeched the stern and now the barge was careening out of control.
He could hear the distinctive gurgling of water.
The trip had quickly turned into a nightmare and he was powerless to do anything. With five guides dead, and the sixth bleeding to death in front of him, they would be forced to turn back. Overhead, Colobus monkeys shrieked in the tops of huge rubber trees, mocking them. Baxter looked down. The water was crimson.

Although he felt it was useless, he grabbed his neckerchief and made two quick tourniquets around the bleeding native’s legs. Knowing the pain the man must be in, he went to his first aid kit to retrieve some morphine.

Then he stared in shock.

The trunk that contained all the medical supplies was overboard!

Baxter felt a deep chill inside as he contemplated the consequences. Now he had no relief for his own unrelenting pain.

The Australian vaulted out of his bunk and onto the deck, grabbing the wheel to steady the boat. He then tied it off to keep it level. He looked at the hole where the log had come through. The boat was taking on water at an unprecedented rate.

“We gotta get outta here, mate,” he said to Baxter.

Baxter stood in stunned silence.

“We’re gonna have to swim that way,” the captain said, pointing to a patch of armongo roots.

The feeding frenzy of the gators was still in full swing and the surviving guide lay whimpering in the corner of the deck. Blood gelled all around him.

“What about him?” Baxter asked.

“We’ll have to leave him. He’s as good as dead anyway. In fact... he’ll be a good distraction for those gators.” The captain walked over to the bleeding native and hauled him up by his mangled legs. A second later, he threw him overboard and a huge alligator snapped him up amid his terrified screams.

Baxter stared in disbelief.

“Come on, man, we got to go, mate,” the captain said.

Baxter grabbed his diary he’d kept and wrapped it in some anaconda skin. He stuffed it into his jacket and gazed out. The captain was already in the water and heading for the armongo strand. Baxter’s pain had returned once again. He winced as he clambered over the side of the boat.

He saw the alligators still thrashing and chewing as he took a lungfull of air—then leaped into the water.

Chapter One

September 17, 2000

C
olleen Brady sprinted down the darkened corridor with pursuing footsteps close behind her.

“Please stop,” she screamed. “Why are you doing this?”

Colleen darted down the adjacent hall. Her mind was unwilling to comprehend the horror she had just uncovered. She ran to a side door, praying to heaven it wasn’t locked.

It wasn’t.

She raced inside and heard voices approaching. Desperately, she stepped into the blackened interior, pulling the door shut behind her. The only light came from another door across the room.

Now, in the semi-darkness, what she’d seen came back with horrifying clarity. Colleen was shaking.

All she wanted to do was to find an exit and get the hell out.

She worked her way across the room, and felt her pulse quicken as she neared the other side. She reined in her fear and bolted to the door. Luckily, it opened. Colleen saw the red EXIT sign directly in front of her.
“Oh, thank God,”
she said, lunging for the door handle.

Suddenly, Colleen’s forward motion stopped. Something had a tight hold on her arms. Terrified, she tried to jerk herself free. For a second, the grip seemed to loosen and her body tingled with hope. Then, as she groped for the handle again, she recognized the two figures in hospital scrub suits as they grabbed her.

When she regained consciousness, Colleen was lying on a hospital table. Someone was calling her name. Slowly, she opened her eyes. A bright kettle light overhead washed across her. She closed her eyes again.

Where was she?

“Colleen, so glad you could join us
.”

Her lids fluttered open, and she saw
him
bending over her, his eyes aged and dark now. Not the crystal-blue they had been. Colleen was too shocked to speak. She tried to lift her arms, but instantly realized they’d restrained her. When she looked down at the leather cuffs, she noticed something on the floor next to her: A large trocantor and a suction bottle.
But why?

Then she heard it.

The thin hum of an electric motor cut the air.

As she felt the jab of the giant trocanter enter her leg vein, it became horrifyingly clear why they had strapped her down.

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