Welcome, friend. Have a seat by the fire. Make yourself comfortable.

According to the ancient book of spells, only three women in the modern age would be capable

of raising the dead.

Two would be deceased by their own hand before the mid-20th century, likely driven to despair by their macabre abilities.

The last would be born during a decade of turmoil, but well before the dawn of the new millennium.

It was foretold, she would be known by two names and become a powerful medium.

If only she could avoid the darkness that befell her predecessors,

as well as survive the elemental forces that dwelt both without and within.

You're listening to Camp Fire Radio Theater. Tonight we hit the open road with 18 wheels and 36 tons of tractor trailer.

Along for the ride is a father and his young daughter, who can, on

occasion, display some rather unique abilities.

The play is an original tale by John Ballantine. We call it the Resurrectionist. They say even God can't change the past.

I don't know if that's true.

I mean, seems to me any supreme being worth his or her salt could likely rearrange the cosmic furniture any way they saw fit.

I know I would.

I know the things I would change.

My name is Jamie Cutler.

When I was a little girl, folks called Mesketer.

That was my CB handle.

Citizens Band Radio for the youngsters out there not acquainted with this little transistor jewel of 1970s technology.

Not too many call me Skeeter anymore.

It's kind of a ridiculous name.

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