Magic At CrowMac Creek

       It was just two days ago that Gary Heil showed up at the cabin, and I’m sure I saw him, saw something, I’m not sure which. It was Gary, but a much younger Gary, and when I pushed him a little, he just said, “Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated," and he laughed. At that, I stared at him for a moment, and not finding the words for any further interrogation, I flatly stated, “Thank you, Mark Twain,” and gave up.
Gary told me that he had found a place to live, and showed me on an old yellowed map. I knew the cabin and I shook my head. “That’s a nice place! But of all of the places you could have found to live, why here?,”I asked.
“Well, I liked it here when we used to ride up to the Mogollon Rim together, and CrowMac Creek is magic.” He seemed to ponder what he had just said.
My thoughts ceased at what he had just told me. “How did he know?” Before I could mouth the words he answered my question.  “I have a friend who watches over you.”