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Don slept late the next morning and didn't get started hitchhiking
till after noon. He hadn't been on the road long before a car slowed down
as if it was going to stop, then sped up again as Don got near. Don
read the liscense plate: Claude1. "He sure left in hurry," thought
Don. "If he don't slow that thing down, he's going to wreck."
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shiny new Lexus picked him up. The man introduced himself as Rick
, and said that he was not in the habit of picking up hitchhikers, but someone told
him to pick Don up.He asked Don why he was going to the Indian reservation?
Don explained his quest to Rick and Rick told him that he knew a woman
who could help Don find his spirit guide. "Her name is Raine. She is a writer
and a lecturer, but most important, she is rumored to be a witch. She grow herbs
in her garden and they say she makes potions and such out of them."
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The part about the herbs intrigued Don. He was always on the lookout for good
herb. "Does she live around here?" He asked Rick.
"She lives on the way to the reservation."
"Cool! Would you care to drop me off there instead?"
"No problem"
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Rick dropped Don off at the end of a long gravel driveway that
snaked its way up into a wooded area. Don hiked a long way before entering
a small clearing where stood a log cabin with a small garden beside it.
Don knew that the cabin must be the home of the witch, Raine. He knocked
on the door. Don felt like someone was watching him. He looked at the windows
on either side of the door and noticed that there was a cat in each window:
a blackone in the window on the left, and a black and white one in the
window on the right. Don waited a short while, but no one answered. He
then heard a bumping sound coming from the side if the house. He walked
around to the side of the house and noticed a path leading through the
garden to the back of the house where he saw a woman standing by a group
of rose bushes in front of the back porch.
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"Are you Raine?", Don asked.
"Yes, and your Don, right?"
"Wow! How did you know my name?"
"I've been expecting you. I knew you would come."
"Uh..yeah...Well, Here I am! I met a friend of yours, Rick. He told
me that you could possibility help me. You see, when I was in California,
I took some mescaline and I was contacted by an Indian spirit. He told
me that I had a purpose in life, but he didn't say what it was. Now I'm
trying to contact him again, to see if he can tell me more. That's where
you come in.Rick said that you grew herbs that might help me contact the spirit.
Do you have anything that I could buy from you?"
"I don't sell my herbs. I grow them for medicinal use only. Since you
seem to be in good health, I don't think I have anything for you."
"But I've come a long way to see you. Don't you have anything that you
could give me that would help me contact the spirit?"
"All I can give you, at this time, is advice. If you really want to
contact the spirit, you must follow the path that's clear."
With that, she walked; no, glided, through the back door of her house,
closing the door behind her, without asking Don to come inside.
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