[Short Story] - Wild West - Part 11 - 5 minute freewrite challenge

As soon as they had let go of their glasses, the ground began to shake. The glasses began to vibrate and some pans in the kitchen made their way to the floor, producing the sound of metal clashing as they made contact.

But as suddenly as the earthquake came, it also ceased.

“He’s here. Come, outside.”

Tom was certain it was indeed an earthquake, so he was completely taken aback by James' words. Despite him being completely calm just seconds away from plausible death not long ago, he could feel how his knees became weak and how a drop of sweat formed on his forehead. He wasn’t prepared to meet an entity his father spoke so greatly of. But, trying to retain his image and reputation, he downplayed it best he could and followed James outside the house.

The two lined just outside the door, and in front of them – triple the size of a human – a huge duck, much like the wooden ones James had made – apparently to worship the deity – staring straight at them.

“James,” He spoke very slowly with a deep crackling voice, much like if an 80 year old was speaking from the bottom of a 10 foot grave. The sound of His voice alone was sure to send shivers down one’s spine.

“Ducköden,” James lowered his head in a nod to greet Him.