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The Outlanders
By Sumner Wilson
Chapter One
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The male’s chest bulged wide with heavy, thickly corded muscle. Even so,
his shoulder muscles protruded even more so. This awesome display
image. He stood just over nine feet tall. His weight was slightly more than
four-hundred pounds. His hair was at least ten inches long, was reddish
and in places completely red, and hung down in strings from his entire
body. These strings or fringes shed water and sweat from his body.
commanded his mate exceptionally harshly, and the juvenile male with
The female was seven and a half feet tall, and likely weighed three-
hundred pounds, more than a hundred pounds less than her mate. Her fur
was darker than the male’s and had no red in it. Not even in streaks. She
was older than the male and had given birth before mating with the male
she now accompanied, following the death of her first mate. Her face was
was not as fierce-looking. They were daily travelers and had trekked more
than six hundred miles since she gave birth to the young male. The family
browsed as they traveled and made slow progress. They often stopped and
remained in a choice location for several months or until the game gave
out.
At one point in her life, she had been in the company of a large
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death of her first mate, the large male she now accompanied had taken her
farther from the forest of her youth, although she often had dreams of
The child was seven years old and for his youth loomed five feet
high. He was close to one hundred fifty pounds. His features were closer
to the female’s than the male’s, although his brows were heavy, almost
shadowing his eyes, as was the male’s, his sire. The child seemed to travel
wandered off into the deep brush and scratched about for choice bugs and
know by instinct the foods that were dangerous to him, which he avoided.
his parents, and the few times he fell too far behind, he quickly shuffled
forth and regained his normal place with his family. The child had once
strayed far from his family and on realizing he was lost he was in a near
panic, running about lost and not staying put where he was, even when his
When he did find them, his mother cuffed him in the face, which
caused him to turn about and scurry off again. She quickly ran him down
and slashed his flanks, although not deeply, but enough to draw blood. He
made sure not to linger too far from them after this incident, and his
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An hour more of slow traveling after fording the last river they had
by and waited their turn. When the male finished drinking, he walked off
into a heavy grove of spindly trees called Paradise Trees. He tore off a
large amount of the tender tree limbs and commenced making a bed, wide
enough for all three of them. While the female and the child quenched
although they did eat a large meal of a fruit that was dried out called paw-
paws from last season last evening. This didn’t fill them up completely
but managed to ward off hunger pains for the time being. For some reason,
the male seemed to be in a hurry, even though haste was not a part of their
everyday routine. When they located a site where the game was abundant
they would remain there until the food supply dwindled away.
She watched as the male took to the bed he made and decided that
there was enough daylight left to hunt for food. Being omnivorous, she
would take whatever food she could find, meat being her preferred meal,
already adept at finding fruits and vegetables, but so far in his maturation,
he had not run down an animal to eat larger than rabbits and squirrels.
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The female watched the child for a while, then deciding he would
not stray far from his sire, she took off on her own.
The male youngster walked off into the brush but looked back on
occasion toward where the big male lay upon his bed. He had learned
since the incident where he was lost, not to go too far from his sire’s
sight. Now he could see that the male kept his dark eyes on the child, and
hunting trips made by his mother. He found eight small morel mushrooms
and paused, stuffed them into his mouth, and consumed them.
Just then, a rabbit jumped up in front of him and bounded off into
the brush, and he pounced at it but missed. He chased after it, eager to
make a catch that would still the hunger pains he lived with daily. He saw
the rabbit again, not five feet from him, hunkered beneath a small group
of sumac bushes. It stared at him with the eyes of fear as he reached out
toward it. But he carelessly touched its fur. The small creature suddenly
It seemed that the rabbit had been taunting him for some reason that
he could not think of, not realizing that the creature often relied on its
skill at blending in with its surroundings rather than running off again. He
was not quite fast enough to overtake the animal but this time next season
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When the rabbit ran from his sight again, he chased it until he
then and found a source of food that would not flee him. He gathered up a
full handful of the nuts and stooped to eat them. He crunched down the
shells, goodies, and all, while saliva ran from both corners of its mouth.
He forgot all about the rabbit and gathered up the hazelnuts and allowed
them to fall on the ground in a pile. When he had stripped the largest
bush, he hunkered on the ground, and with the shells crunching loudly
between his teeth, and grunting his approval of the taste of the nuts, he
The female had better luck than did the child. She suddenly, as
mysteriously as fog appeared back in camp with seven rabbits she had run
down. She had eaten the first one while the blood was still hot, which
added to the flavor of the meat, and eased her hunger a bit. When she
showed up, the child was hunkered close by the male, too afraid to lie
down while he was still awake, and stared at him with black eyes, while
The family made short work of the rabbits and having finished, and
because it was almost dark, they clustered together, with the female lying
next to the male, and the child lying on the outside, although within an
asleep.
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During the night, the large male sat up, while the female aroused by
his disturbance, sat up as well. They both sat there for a long time,
peering off into the dark forest from their black eyes, attempting to
penetrate the darkness. The male had been awakened when the cicadas
stopped their chirring and screeching in the nearby bushes and had fallen
silent.
He choked off a bark, that frightened her, though she had no idea
for what reason. The male continued to stare into the dark night with his
In time, she too, saw what he saw. A light, faint in the distance
through the woods, shone orange as if issuing a silent message. She too
choked off a stifled bark of astonishment, then reclaimed her place and
Minutes later, the male stood up and blocked from his mate’s view
with his enormity the light that had disturbed them. He studied the light
for some time, looked down at the female, raised an enormous hand,
*****
Adam Pugh placed the wooden bar inside the two hooks one to a side of
the reinforced door which prevented unwanted visitors access to his one-
room cabin. He took a chair at the table where the light was brightest and
opened his bible. Pugh was not a particularly religious man, but he had no
other reading material except for his bible. It was an ancient book, nearly
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falling apart at the bindings. The book contained not only the Old
Testament and the New Testament, but all the apocryphal books as well—
the Book of Enoch, The Bel and the Dragon, the Book of Jubilees, all the
banned books. He once read the Book of Enoch, but the book was weird
and it frightened him, he also avoided Revelations. His favorite was the
Psalms, as well as the proverbs of Jesus, but they were widely scattered
out in the bible and he didn’t cherish hunting them up. He enjoyed the
poetry of the writing in the Psalms, as well as the knowledge and the pure
wisdom that he found there. He wasn’t the type of man to enjoy fire and
down to enjoy his reading. His eldest border collie, Melvin, barked once,
then fell to growling deep in his chest. Baker, the younger dog soon took
The two dogs slept under the porch except on relentlessly cold
winter nights when they crawled deeper beneath the cabin, dug out small
pits that they fit in perfectly like bear pits in a cave, far out of the wind.
This being the spring of the year they slept through the night beneath the
porch. Rarely did he hear a sound from them, but tonight they seemed to
be bothered by something.
In time, they ceased to growl. Pugh listened a bit longer, then when
nothing else caused the two dogs to sound off, he settled the tattered book
before him upon the table between his wide, callused hands. He did so
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carefully so it wouldn’t fall further into disrepair than it was already. The
book had been with him all his life. First, as a child, the bible had rested
on a small table that held nothing more. Just the Bible. After he married,
and after the death of his parents, the book became his. He took it with
him when he moved from his home, and he read from it daily. He once set
his mind to read it from cover to cover but gave it up after he decided that
So, he decided to read his favorites and read them slowly and to ponder
meanings. Then Melvin let loose a loud barking that Baker soon joined in
on.
Pugh placed the book back upon the table and sat with it still in
easy reach. The dogs grew more frantic by the second until the cabin was
disturbing them. He’d never heard them carry on this way. Occasionally
they would sound off when a deer entered the yard, but they would soon
burst out from beneath the cabin and give short chase. This didn’t happen
this time. Something else had fired them up. A thing that seemed
The barking continued. By and by, Pugh pushed back his chair and
sat there trying to hear sounds other than the barking. He finally stood up
and took up the cane he used when his knees were acting up and tapped it
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on the floor just above where he figured the dogs sounded as if they were
situated, for they had just now scooted beneath the floor of the cabin.
The barking stopped instantly. Pugh turned and walked back toward
the table to continue his reading. He had just reached his chair, ready to
This time, he knew that something out of the ordinary was going on
outside the cabin. All dogs he knew, were well equipped with fantastic
hearing and eyesight, and with an olfactory system that was so keen, it
was even greater than the dog’s ability to hear as well as to see. Someone
once told him that dogs were able to see better with their nose than they
Pugh walked to the small closet that held his guns and hefted his
Winchester 44/40 rifle that he used to kill deer with. He stepped over to
the window to see what he could, and to determine what was taking place
outside.
The cabin had but one small window and it on the south side of the
building. He peered out through the glass, one that had not been cleaned
since last spring. The moon was up and full but with a large ring
encircling it. The yard on that side of the building was awash in
which housed only his team. The cow was in the field with her calf and
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The calf consumed most of the cow’s milk as it was so he didn’t get
much from her. In a few weeks with the new grass growing since warmer
weather, she would produce more than was needed for the calf and he
The racket beneath the cabin grew louder, more urgent now. The
He called out to Melvin to calm him down, but he could barely hear
his own voice over that of the barking dogs. So, his calls resulted in
nothing that calmed and hushed the dog creatures. He put his attention
again to the window, bent closer to the pane, and peered out again.
able to keep his feet beneath him, so great was his shock.
source of his shock. An animal stood out there at the corner of his shed
where he smoked meat of hogs and hung them on hooks from a large, wide
slab of wood laid out horizontally across the two-by-fours that held up the
shed’s ceiling. What meat he didn’t smoke he always salted down with the
heavy grained yellow salt bought in town. The immense animal lit out in a
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Chapter Two
Later, the creature ran across the wide lawn. It looked over toward the
cabin where the racket from the dogs had now become hellish.
Pugh figured that the animal either saw him in the window or the
flung it open, and stepped quickly onto the small porch. He reared the
rifle to his shoulder and by instinct rather than taking true aim, and
squeezed the trigger. The rifle roared to life then like magic. A long
stream of fire burst from the end of the barrel three, perhaps three feet
long. Adam Pugh still stood within the distance of the interior of the cabin
where the report of the rifle bounced inside and launched outward again
from the interior. His ears rang from the explosion, for it had been last
fall since he had squeezed the trigger on a rifle, and he was unused to its
report.
The creature ran in long strides with the speed of a horse in long
was merging with the woods, he looked back over a shoulder, and Pugh
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something beneath an arm, clutched in a grip that held it fast to his side.
Pugh fired again, realizing the futility of hitting the creature, for it
had already burst into the woods. He slowly lowered the Winchester but
held it in a firm grip fearing the return of the animal, whatever it was.
down and saw Melvin standing there. He chuckled with relief at the
familiarity of the nose of the dog. He patted Melvin on the head and said
No sooner than said, the younger border collie joined him on the
He patted Baker, rose back up, and said, “You gents going with
me?”
He stepped down off the porch and walked toward the barn, for it
was first in line on his trip. He took six or eight steps and sensed that he
was alone. He looked back over a shoulder and saw the two dogs still
worried about their safety, and he didn’t want to lose either one or both.
As big as that monster was it would take but a mere swipe of a hand to
kill them.
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He entered the barn and walked back inside to the stall that held the
two horses. He invaded a large cloud of dust motes that were illuminated
by the strong moonlight. One animal raised its head, and snuffled in the
same voice it used when it saw it was about to be fed. Pugh stopped
before the stall, and the horse walked up and placed its head over the half
wall of the stall. He reached out and stroked its soft nose. By this time,
the other horse appeared out of the deep gloom of the stall. The team was
all right. For some reason, they hadn’t been alarmed by the visit from the
creature out of the woods as had been Melvin and Baker. He wondered
about that for a bit but gave it off to the fact that dogs were equipped with
He turned then, raised his rifle across his chest, and walked into the
dense cloud of dust motes lit by the rays of the bright moonlight at the
entrance to the barn that he’d walked through on his way inside. He
He reached the smokehouse. The hasp was shut and the wooden stob
he secured it with was still in place. Nothing was amiss with the door. He
moved to the left of the small building to the corner where he first saw the
creature was it was strong. Nearly a quarter of the logs that comprised the
wall on the south side were lying about in a jumble on the ground. Those
logs had been properly notched and set solidly in place. Pugh didn’t abide
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walked up to the rent in the wall. He raised the rifle a bit higher and
stepped inside, hoping that the beast he had fired at was the only one. It
one. If that was the case, he knew that the creature wouldn’t have to even
touch him to put him out of commission. His surprise and fright would be
enough to do that.
The remainder of the side of beef that he had bought from Charles
Yoke during butchering season was still hanging on its hook, a bit mouse
nibbled, but still nothing to be disturbed about. He reached the wide slab
of wood that he had lain and salted down the hog meat upon, passed it by,
and saw that most of one whole side of beef was missing. This was what
“Christ,” he muttered. He loved beef better than any other, and what
was left would not last him until next season. Now he would be forced to
rely on pork to get by. He worried about the hogs down in the hog lot.
He stepped back outside and walked deeper into the meadow to the
hogpen he had erected in the vicinity of a large post oak tree that shaded
the entire hogpen in the heat of summer. He saw the live pork lying in
rows several yards inside the pen and sighed seeing that they were still
safe.
The only reason for their safety that the enormous animal must have
caught the scent of the meat in the smokehouse and went for it first.
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around here for a time, it could wipe out all the meat in the smokehouse.
Then what?”
He hoped that the smokehouse fill would be enough to satisfy it, but
through the yard, and stepped up on the porch. The dogs were gone,
about beneath the house, and then heard a flurry made by one of the dogs
beating its tail on the ground. He walked back inside the cabin and shut
the door. He found the bar in the corner behind where the door would rest
if it were open. He slipped it in the rungs across the back of the door,
slapped it from habit to be sure it was stout within the iron slats.
energy that had accumulated in his system and then sat again at the table.
firmly that the dogs would sound off much before he grew aware of
anything wrong. He relaxed then, with the dogs on guard, and dragged up
the ashtray with his pipe lying inside it, pulled it to him, and pulled up the
tobacco pouch from the tabletop. He set about then to load his pipe with
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seen anything like it in his life. In fact, he had never even heard anyone
else mention such a beast as this. He was sure that if someone had done so
and if there was an audience the gent would have been laughed at with no
thing returns?” He heard one of the dogs under the cabin respond to his
voice by wagging its tail against the ground. He smiled at this bit of
pocket, and scratched it to life on the underside of his pants leg that he
hiked high for that purpose. With the flame from the match dimming the
light of the table lamp he fired his pipe and sat smoking and attempting to
chase away the negative thoughts that this conundrum presented him with.
He smoked his pipe out, placed it back into the medium-size clear glass
vessel that his wife, dead now for four years, had once used as a bowl to
death and chipped the rim, and now used it as an ashtray. In the learning
his sight every evening when smoking and helped remind him of her.
By and by, he drew up his bible and set about to read. The wall
clock ticked noisily away on the wall to the left of the front door, the only
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door in the small building. He looked up and saw that it was eight-thirty a
read through them all many times, he still found something new and
from Psalms CXL., starting as, “Deliver me, O Lord, from the evil man,
Then as he reached the passage, “The proud have hidden a snare for
me, and cords; they have spread a net by the wayside; they have set gins
for me.” He reached the word “Selah” indicating the conclusion of the
So rapt had he been in the passage that when Melvin barked, Pugh
nearly fell from his chair from surprise. He stood up gathered his rifle
The yard and the meadow below it were awash in the light of the
moon that was now waning but still threw a bright light. He clearly saw in
an instant that both were empty of any danger. He turned to the door. The
dogs continued barking in loud voices. He opened the door, and not daring
to step outside onto the porch shaded his eyes from the lamplight and
gazed out across the front yard to the road that led into the small town of
Louvin. He peered across the road and to the edge of the woods where he
saw three of them. Three beasts this time, all of them large, some larger,
and all with hair the hung down like spider webs, but much thicker.
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A family it was. A big one, one that was smaller than the really
large one, and one clearly a juvenile, looked toward his cabin. A chill ran
up his spine. He raised the rifle and without any more than this, sighted
down the barrel at the larger beast. He squeezed the trigger and felt the
slight recoil against his shoulder. He saw that he had struck his target.
man took to be a warning. The smaller beast as well as the young one—the
juvenile turned at the sound of the rifle fire and fled into the woods. He
had hit the larger animal he saw by the abrupt flinching of its enormous
shoulders on the left side of its body. The creature lingered a minute. It
gazed down at the wound made by the 44/40 slug. It then looked
momentarily again at the cabin turned, and ran off into the woods
again until the animal was nearing the edge of the woods. He fired then.
But seeing that the creature did not flinch or slow down even a step, he
tardiness.”
He stood in the doorway long enough for the small frogs, the
the doorway, shut it, replaced the bar, and walked back to his chair where
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excitement, he nervously filled the bowl of his pipe again, lit it, and sat
there smoking and thinking but mainly amazed by the events of the
evening. A chill passed over his body, and in time he commenced to shake
from nerves.
He read until his head started to bounce off his chest. He set the
bible back on the table and leaned back in his chair. Pugh realized that he
would get little sleep this night. Sometime later, he relaxed, and without
uncomfortable position. He figured that the creature he had shot, had been
hurt enough to force him to refrain from more mischief during the night,
and hoped that he had hurt it enough that it might die from its wound. But
from the way the creature had run off after receiving the slug, he knew
that it wouldn’t die. Not from that shot it wouldn’t. He had struck it much
too high in the body for it to be a killing wound. Since the attack on his
farm last night had come after darkness set in, he decided it wouldn’t
return until tonight, or at least until another night. The beast might take
some time to heal. But Pugh would be on high alert all the same.
He stood up, went to the cookstove, removed the lid from the heavy
skillet that held the remainder of last evening’s meal. Then after eating
breakfast, he took up the table scraps from this morning’s meal, found his
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rifle, for he was in no way about to go outside without it, not after last
night’s ordeal he wouldn’t. He stepped out onto the porch where the two
dogs lay blocking his way, but they jumped alert when he stepped outside.
The rifle felt good in his hands, and even though he doubted the
creatures would return in the daylight hours, he kept it with him all the
same.
At the barn, he scooped corn into the bucket he used to feed the
hogs with. He turned and headed for the hogpen. After he fed and watered
them, he fed the horses, turned them out, and walked back to the house.
smokehouse.
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Chapter Three
The large male had continued to run following the loud noise that
shattered the silence. The report of Pugh’s rifle had frightened him and
his mate and child. He felt the burning sting of his shoulder but was not
bothered much by it. He had felt far worse than this in his time.
Later, he caught up with his mate and son, slowed, and ran on
pacing them until they reached their campsite. He sat down on his bed and
tried to examine his wound more thoroughly than he had at the edge of the
woods. He, of course, was fortunate the man hadn’t hit him again, but he
The blood seeped from a hole in his chest several inches above his
male breast nipple on the left side of his chest near the shoulder. He lay
down. By now the wound ached but not enough to stop him. Several
minutes later, the female hovered over him, and she too examined the hole
in his upper chest. The blood was but a seep by now. She need not search
for cobwebs. She made a few soft grunts in her chest, raised up, and faded
The young animal piped softly with the cheeks of his mouth puffed
up, and occasionally whistled, doing this softly from nerves, fear, and
confusion.
something specific. She finally found what she was looking for aided by a
falling shaft of moonlight that penetrated the heavy leafy limbs overhead
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that aided her great night vision. She bent and dug into the soil beneath a
short spindly bush, and in a few seconds tore the bush from the ground.
She turned it upside down in the shaft of light and satisfied with what she
saw she took hold of the root system growing there and pulled it free. She
slung the roots about, in the air above her head for several seconds, and
this pelted the male child with tiny clods of dirt from the roots and
He whistled louder this time and stepped back out of range of the
She stood erect, grunted to the child, stepped quickly out of the
shaft of moonlight, and without bothering to retrace her steps in, created a
The mother and child knelt again above the big male who looked up
at them with eyes that had no expression of pain or any other emotion as
The juvenile sat a few steps behind its mother and watched on with
The female took several roots and placed them into her mouth, not
chewing but allowing them to set inside against her cheek to warm it and
make it more pliable. The shafts of moonlight that fell through spaces in
the canopy looked unearthly or would have to a human. The animals could
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For ten minutes she allowed the roots to warmup, felt them fall
apart in her mouth, placed a finger in her mouth, and withdrew the soggy
mess. She shoved this toward the male. He hesitated for a short time,
staring at her all the while as if the blob on her finger was not worthy of
she wanted. She placed the roots inside, withdrew her finger, shoved
against the right side of his chest, and pushed him backward until he was
once again lying down. She then placed the remaining roots on the ground
nearby with the likely intention of repeating the process later if he would
her eyes, although it was clear she was sufficiently intelligent enough to
find the roots that possibly would bring about a cure for his wounded
chest.
sounds, and presently she heard him fall over. She looked and saw that he
had gone to sleep and fallen onto his chest. She swiveled about then, rose
up, and stood looking off through the eerie scene with the moonlight
plunging through the overhead canopy that stood between her and the spot
Minutes later she sat on the ground, this time alongside the child,
tugging him against her chest, and this warmed her as well as the child,
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The big male slept through the night and half of the day. When he
awakened he felt sluggish and as worn out as if he had run hard all day
long. He sat for a long time in a fuzzy haze. Sometime later, in the
afternoon, she placed a portion of the salted pork he had stolen, before
him, and he hesitated none, but took it up and began noisily eating away.
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Chapter Four
In late afternoon Adam Pugh was still busily repairing the damaged wall
of the smokehouse. He heard steps behind him and at first felt a rising
panic in his chest that stiffened the muscles of his heart until he caught
He turned and smiled as he studied the light tan milk cow for injury,
as well as the calf. The cow looked on stupidly, and in time, the calf spun
in a half-turn, found a small growth of clover, and stuck its muzzle into it.
The cow was not injured in any way he could see, and the calf was plenty
healthy-looking. The wild animal, whatever it was, had not bothered them
at all.
“Ahh,” he muttered. “I see you are nigh ready to wean you, little
thick milk-gravy he always made from it. It was good to see the cow and
calf back in the yard. The grass was growing taller by the day. He didn’t
like a shabby, weed-grown yard, and the cow and her calf would do their
best to keep it under control. At times, he staked out the team in the yard
He had worried about the cow being alone in the pasture with the
calf that way. Now, even though the enormous animal might come around
again if it didn’t die from the wound he felt he had inflicted upon it with
the 44/40 slug, although he worried that he hadn’t struck it a deadly blow.
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“You go on, now, Sally,” he said gently, pushing against her side,
“find yourself a nice spot to graze and get after it. I got work to do. I do
The cow, as if understanding every last word the man had spoken,
turned and walked deeper into the yard a hundred feet or so from the door
of the cabin. Pugh turned-to again, took up another of the fallen logs,
carried it to the wall, and set it in place, then feeling it was secure, took
up the trowel and the board with the clay and dirt mixture he had mixed
He finished the repair job just in time to feed the hogs again. As he
carried the slop bucket of corn down to the hogpen, they were screaming
He poured the corn into the long trough on the ground within arm’s
length of the fence and scattered it out evenly so the hogs wouldn’t fight
for it, so much anyway . Hogs fight only when there is another one of its
kind in reach. Other than that, the dumb brutes are not overly greedy .
This was a joke he had heard from his pap years ago.
He walked away from the hogpen. The horses hadn’t shown up yet,
supper, he heard the horses outside the door. He put aside his supper meat,
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and trusting the fire to behave itself, left the cabin to feed his horses and
After supper, he stepped out onto the porch and sat down on the
large block of limestone in front of the porch he used as a step-up onto the
deck of the porch. He sat and enjoyed the sun heading toward the tops of
the trees in the western forest, and saw Melvin and Baker emerge from the
woods. They rarely hunted on the west side, but he allowed this was
because of the fright the large animal had given them, for they had
him when last night they were shaking like dropped skeletons in a
sideshow. The nearer the two dogs came to him, the faster they walked
until by the time they reached him they were both twisting their tail ends
He scratched behind their ears Melvin on his right and Baker on the
left of him. He talked to them, a man nearing the end of his life’s journey
as if they were human friends he hadn’t seen in some time and was happy
they had come at last to visit. It was hard to tell which was happier, man,
or dog. They sat and visited until the shadows covered the cabin and
Adam Pugh shoved the dogs to the side, stood up, and walked inside. It
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place, and on the next night, he decided he would sleep again in his bed,
which was nothing more than a skinny cot he’d bought from the furniture
store in Louvin after the death of his wife, and with himself being unable
to sleep again in their bed. It stood in all its parts against the north wall.
He turned down the cover, fluffed his pillow, and stepped over to the table
Just as his hind end grew familiar with the seat of his chair, a large
screaming of his horses started up in the barn. He jumped to his feet, and
just as he did so the two dogs sounded off again like coon hounds on a hot
trail. He failed to take his coal oil lantern with him, knowing that the light
He stepped onto the porch and the dogs rushed him. He beat them
down and stepped around them to the ground, figuring they would scoot
beneath the porch. But as he walked cautiously toward the sound of the
screams, he felt the two dogs brush his legs, one to each side.
animal at any moment. He raised his rifle, ready to fire off a round, no
matter what might be tormenting his horses, man, or beast. Then one of
the horses gave off the most pitiful scream that had ever heard out of
them. Right away a loud scuffling occurred inside. He stood still, hoping
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He felt without seeing it yet, that the monster had killed one of his
horses. A sharp crack burst through the air followed the screaming and he
pushed deeper inside the barn with the dogs by now having gone back to
the safety of the cabin but still barking hysterically from the safety of the
porch.
He held the gun aimed ahead of him ready to find a target. His left
foot struck something that would not move. He tripped and sprawled
headfirst across the dead horse. He sat up and spit horse and cow manure
from his lips. He felt about, found the gun that had fallen from his hands
in his fall. He felt around again for the horse. But what he felt instead was
He had raised this animal from a calf. She had been under his care
for seven years. He felt like crying for his inability to protect her. He
remembered her new calf. He swung about and headed toward the earlier
moved toward the back wall, fearing what he would find there.
One of the horses shuffled nervously about in its stall and Pugh
paused a second to touch its forelock. Behind this animal, he saw the dim
refrain from cursing his daily travails, he could not do so this time.
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He remembered the calf and stepped through the large rent in the
back wall the beast had shoved out. He walked around to the left of the
barn and turned the corner staring out across the wide yard. It had seen
him approach the barn and had held tight until Pugh stepped inside.
He saw the large beast in a hard run out across the yard. It had
something slung over a shoulder. He couldn’t see for sure what it was but
in his heart, he realized it was the suckling calf. He heard it bleat loudly
He forgot all safety then and lit out in a full run, at least as full out
He lifted the rifle and fired at the beast. But hit nothing but air,
run after the beast. He reached the edge of the woods and clearly saw it in
the bright light of the moon. He failed to stop at the edge of the woods
where commonsense commanded him to. Stop for his own safety.
He plunged on into the woods, still running, but nearly out of breath
by now. He ran on into the deep brush and the magical scene of falling
to notice the magic in his haste and because he had witnessed as much
many times in the past years, and it now held no mystery for him.
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By and by, he was simply too worn out to run any farther. He
stopped and listened for the crash of brush ahead of him that would tell
him the direction the creature had taken after it reached the woods. But all
he could hear was his own labored rush of his breath, coming and going,
Pugh heard nothing of the beast. Even the insects were silent from
the commotion and racket of pounding feet and the slash and slap of brush
that loudly whipped the old man’s pants legs. If the big animal was nearby
he should have been able to hear it. But he heard nothing of the kind.
In time, his wind returned, and with it his basic sense of safety. He
stood there and stared into the dense woods, with the only light the shafts
Nearing the end of his lust for revenge, he heard a sound behind
him and spun about raising the rifle as he did so. He thought the beast had
When the noise turned into substance, he saw the two dogs coming
toward him and marveled at how lucky at least one of them had been that
The two dogs reached him and leaped upon him with their feet
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“Melvin, you old rascal,” he muttered. “Do you know how close you
came to getting shot? How’d you ever find the courage to leave the
porch?”
He scratched both dogs for a bit, and since they still longed for
more loving contact, he knelt and hugged them both, doing so for several
minutes before rising up and walking through them on his way back out of
the woods and to the house. Pugh, as well as the dogs, were extremely
needful of love and company. He was an old man with no one left to even
speak with. It was a hateful experience in the dark, late years of his life.
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Chapter Five
Later, he sat at the table in the darkness and finally went to sleep there.
Nothing more disturbed him during the night. After breakfast, he took his
rifle and left the cabin with Melvin and Baker at his side. He walked to
the barn to see what it would take to repair the damage the creature had
The horses were still in their stall. Still safe. He walked past as they
snuffled to him, both with heads protruding over the half wall. He felt
surprised that the damage was not as bad as he feared. He figured because
he had surprised it that the creature hadn’t taken the time to do much more
than create a hole large enough for it to pass through with the calf slung
over a shoulder. Thinking of the calf forced a bright lancing fire of hatred
to spring up within his soul. The calf to him was an innocent animal. But
hogs he wondered just how fast the beast could run. Pugh concluded that
surely it couldn’t run as fast as the horses. So he decided to turn them out
and allow them a chance to run away in case it decided to kill them as
dead cow, and hooked up both hind legs, whistled softly to the horse, and
dragged the cow down past the hogpen to a brush pile he had intended to
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burn last fall but hadn’t gotten around to yet. He could have butchered the
cow, but she was not just a cow but a friend. He unhooked the horse, led it
several yards away, although the creature wasn’t spooky and had watched
as he’d burned out other brush piles, he took no chances. It took him
twenty minutes to haul the limbs of brush from its original spot over to
the cow and cover it entirely. When through, he struck a match and since
perhaps ten minutes and seeing there was nothing but greenery around the
fire, he left it to its own resources and walked alongside the horse back to
the barn. He unharnessed it, and let the other one out of the stall and they
followed him outside and walked off toward the creek below the spring,
not far from the grave of his wife and the empty grave he had dug for
“Well, at least I won’t have to suffer through the decay of old Sally now.”
He felt good about this but was still hurt by his loss.
Later, he went back to the barn and worked on the damaged wall
until time for the noon break. Shortly before one o’clock, he finished the
repair job and decided not to add extra fortification against further attacks
by the beast by adding logs to it. He had no cow now and had already
turned the horses loose to fend for themselves. He reckoned the team
would come to the barn when they got hungry for oats now and then. The
rest of the barn repairs could wait until after he killed off the wild
creatures in the woods or they left on their own accord or until they killed
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him or perhaps forced a deadly stroke or heart attack on him. One thing
was true, they had to go. They or he one or the other. He preferred that he
kill them, that way he wouldn’t have to worry over whether they might
As darkness set in, he took his rifle, placed a ladder against one
wall of the cabin, and climbed up to the roof where he planned to keep a
lookout all night long. He had plenty of ammunition for the rifle, and if he
had the right kind of shot, he felt sure he would need but one shell,
He brought along his pipe, already packed with tobacco and several
matches. Pugh felt good that he finally was taking a step toward being
offensive instead of being put upon by the creature. They simply had to go
and soon.
What the savages might be, he still had no idea. He had once seen a
picture of a large gorilla, a mountain gorilla the text below the picture had
claimed. This gorilla had been huge as well. Some of them, he read,
weighed over three hundred pounds. This could be one of them, he first
thought, but he soon recalled that the text also said that a gorilla walked
on all fours although they can on occasion walk upright for a short
distance. He decided that whatever the thing was, it surely was not a
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gorilla. This animal was too adept at walking upright and could run
exceptionally well.
attacked them. He decided that if they had a fair start they could run
faster than it could, but if the thing meant to kill them for food, it would
stalk them and would wait and choose a proper time to make its jump. A
them. These thoughts bothered him for a time but he finally turned his
mind against such as this and concentrated on the beast that he supposed
would come from the east woods, which was the direction the other
Around midnight, the air grew chilly and he buttoned up his coat all
the way to the top button, glad that he had it with him, glad for the
warmth.
above the ground, and remembering that he had fired the kitchen range to
cook supper with, he figured there would still be some fire left in the
range, he hobbled bent over at the waist, being careful not to slip on the
rooftop. He reached the chimney that he had built with new bricks from
the lumber yard in Louvin years ago. He sat down with his back against
the chimney and was rewarded by the penetration from the heated bricks
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He lit his pipe and settled back, smoking and without being able to
block thoughts of the creature and what it could be, where it had come
The animal was plenty strong, that was a sure thing. It had carried
that side of pork as easily as if its arms had been empty. As he thought on,
he decided that the first thing he should do in the morning was to remove
town, which would fetch him a good price, money that he sorely lacked
now with the need to buy a new cow. Art Haines who lived to the south on
the road to town usually had a few extra cows around. He would try there
first, it being but three miles from his own place. He felt some better with
having resolved to lug the honey into the house for safekeeping. He sat
At first light, he crawled down from the roof and went to the house,
with the hounds crowding around his feet as soon as he showed himself.
He fed the hogs and later ate breakfast and sat at the table, and by the
take a small nap before he tackled the job of fetching the jugs of honey in
from the smokehouse. Those jugs were heavy, and he was an old man who
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He felt good enough to remove his shoes but then lay in bed in his
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Chapter Six
He dreamed of his wife as he slept and all his worries of the past several
days disappeared.
Long into the afternoon, he finally awoke. He sat up, and wondered
why the shadows were long and on the wrong side of the room for it to be
“Bless me,” he said, but with more in his voice than the asking for a
blessing, he sat up abruptly on his cot. He cast about on the floor, found
his shoes, donned them, and stood up. He was still sleepy as he splashed
water on his face, and afterward felt more alert, but with his guilt raging
high at his sleeping all day long, he rushed toward the door.
Melvin looked up from the porch as he stepped outside. The dog had
a look on his face that Pugh figured had to be puzzlement at what he had
done inside the cabin all day long instead of being up and around and
doing his chores that had gone by the wayside since he slept all through
the daylight hours. He was way behind, and as he rushed to the barn for
the feed for the hogs, he heard them screaming as if they were in the pain
of starving to death.
By the time he had fed the hogs, the sun was fast passing over the
tops of the western treeline. Soon it would be dark again, and he had done
nothing toward moving the honey from the smokehouse into the cabin.
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More than this, he too was starved, nearly as much as had been the hogs.
He saw no way he could lug all the jugs of honey inside unless he
put something in his gut first. He fired the kitchen range and sliced up a
large portion of bacon to make his meal with, and all the time regretted
After supper, he made up his mind to carry every last jar of honey
inside before he did anything else. Since it was fast onto dark he donned
his jacket again and stepping toward the door, he heard Melvin sounding
off in his deep voice one that was deeper than was Baker’s, which was
He wondered what was up. He clutched his rifle tighter in his hand
and rushed to open the door. He stepped outside and by this time the dogs
had taken again to their hideout beneath the porch. It was barely dark, and
He peered through the gloom of early nightfall. The moon was not
yet risen above the eastern treeline, but he noticed its glow behind the
eastern tree growth all the same as he stepped onto the ground. The calf
was small and the animals that it was stolen to consume were huge. The
calf meat would not last them long. Evidently, they had consumed it all by
this time.
figure of a creature run across the yard toward the woods. He slung his
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Winchester to his shoulder and this time took aim. He squeezed the trigger
just as the animal reached the edge of the woods. The rifle cracked loudly
and spat fire and lead at his intended target. But despite careful aim, he
missed again. In place of blaming his failing eyesight, he felt the desire to
curse in response to his failure to hit the beast and for his misfortune to
animal might show itself again and do so long enough that he could take
to the smokehouse worrying with every step taken what all he might find
torn up inside.
darkness coming from the south side of the building where he repaired the
damaged wall and found that once more the beast had torn off logs enough
danged door.” He said it as a joke, something to ease his foul mood, but
when finished felt as if he might let loose with more in case he saw
something even worse. He looked about inside and felt a strong relief that
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This would eat into his profits. This he did not like at all. He had
plans for the money the honey would fetch him. Part of it was now gone.
daily. What would happen, he wondered, if he brought the other ten jugs
inside the cabin with him, and while he was outside in the daytime,
attending to the hogs or doing some other chore and returned and found
the part of one wall of the cabin missing and more jugs were gone as well?
He decided that if he left the jugs here inside the smokehouse, and
attempted to guard them the beast would surely steal them then. So he set
his mind to lugging the rest inside with him. This was the only answer he
came up with.
but there was no way he could manage this and hold the rifle too, although
the honey likely only weighed ten or twelve pounds a gallon. He carried
the one jug to the house and placed it against the west wall as far away
from the window as possible, for the window he reckoned would be where
the creature would start to demolish the side of the cabin if and when he
decided to do so. He would learn if he went for the door, that it would be
difficult to tear down. He had built it stout to last a lifetime and had
recently reinforced it. He looked about the interior for a better storage
place. The wide shelf on the wall that his wife had used to store her
perishables on as far from the heat of the stove as possible was the place
he thought of first, but after studying it awhile he figured the shelf was
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much too thin and flimsy to hold twenty gallons of honey. So he went
back to the chore of bringing in the rest of the stash. Along the back wall
would have to work until he carried them into town to make a trade-off at
the store.
The dogs continued to accompany him on his trips to and from the
smokehouse. Several trips later five jugs were all that was left in the
smokehouse. He left the dogs on the porch and set the jugs on the floor
with the rest. He paused awhile to rest at the table and sat there for
Pugh jumped for the door but remembered he had forgotten his rifle,
turned, and stepped back across the room to fetch it with the dogs raising
He ran back to the door, and on outside. He arrived at the yard just
in time to see all three of the creatures running steadily toward the woods,
all with jugs of honey in hand. The adults carried two apiece, the child
carried one as well and did so with fair ease as it looked to Pugh. He
By the time he raised his rifle, the entire family entered the safety
of the woods. He felt so low down that he fired off five rounds as quickly
as he could jack out the spent shell casings. He did this though, despite
knowing all the while that it was too late and that he would just be
wasting powder and lead. When the slugs whistled into the woods, he
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sighed tiredly and sat down on the porch step. This was too much for him
to take. He hung his head, and then decided he was simply feeling sorry
for himself. He raised up by and by and sat there and staring into the
gloom of the forest. The dogs sat one on each side of him, for company, or
for protection one or the other. He was glad to have them with him. He too
was starved for company. The feeling grew worse by the day. He knew
that he would have to go to town or to his closest neighbor the Loops soon
or go crazy from loneliness. But this would have to wait until he resolved
not, his entire food supply would be wiped out. Eventually, he rose up
with his rifle in hand and walked toward the smokehouse to determine
how much if any honey they had left him. He knew there had been but five
left on his last trip, but he was compelled to make sure. He felt certain
that the creatures had carried them all off. The large one carried two, so
did the other one, and the child carried one. That made five. He saw no
He stepped inside, struck a match, and surveyed what was left of his
honey cache. It was just as he knew it would be. His entire supply of
honey was gone. Those three inside were all of it. This would not be
enough to buy the supplies he was desperate to buy, and he was unable to
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vented his anger in a long stream of vulgarism the likes of which had not
Later he returned to the cabin, sat down on his cot, and idly stared
credit. But danged my hard luck soul I hate to do that worse than anything
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After his first raid on the honey, the big male fetched the lone jug back to
the camp alongside the stream. It was not often that he stayed so long in
one area. He didn’t like these human creatures. He didn’t like their looks.
He didn’t like the way the stank nor the nest they used, made from wood.
But he did like the steady supply of food they left for him, although he
knew that they didn’t actually leave it out for his benefit. For some reason
though, they left it out and unguarded so it might as well have been that
they had left it for him. That was how it seemed to him. He liked this
He sat down on his bed that he made from the soft limbs of a tree
that he often used to make his beds with because after several days the
bark fell apart and the soft interior, pulpy as it was, turned much softer
A two-gallon jug of the honey set before him and his mate came and
looked at it. She hunkered before it and studied the jug for a time as if
waiting for the male to show her what it was and if it was something to
eat. She soon discovered that the piece of wood, a stopper, would need to
be pried off first to see what was inside, for she knew there was
Instead of opening the jug, the big male sat there and watched it
closely as if it might jump up and run off into the woods. Once he
ventured to investigate it, touched it with a finger, and allowed his finger
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to trail down the side. When he withdrew his finger he felt something
adhering to it. He studied it for a time, brought the finger closer to his
eyes. Eventually, he lifted it to his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and licked
it. He jerked back his finger as if he had touched something hot and just
like that he knew exactly what was in the jug. He had found this before
honey. He placed the jug on the ground before him again and studied it for
He studied it for so long his mate grew impatient and without fear
for her safety reached out and drew off the stopper that made a loud plop
The male gave her an angry glance then as if he might cuff her, but
she pointed to the mouth of the jug. He looked to where she pointed
picked up the jug as if it were weightless, hefted the thing to his mouth,
and swilled at it. He drank for a good long time, with the female looking
the honey and she too learned what it was. She had guessed this much
Finally, he removed the jug from his mouth and looked at her, at the
youth, who by this time, was hovering nearby as if wondering what was
going on, and what was so mysterious about the thing his sire held close
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to his enormous chest with golden drops of liquid on his chest hair shining
brightly in the light of the moon. Unfortunately for him, the ruling male
was allergic to one of the flowers the bees had removed the nectar from to
make the honey with. It had been long ago the last time he had tasted
honey. He had forgotten the bad results that occurred to him after drinking
it.
Again the male raised the jug and drank down the thick sweet
liquid. This time the female looked as if it was a sure thing that her mate
would drink it all, and with her yearning for a taste of it all the while.
The big male drank again, long, and without taking time out to
breathe. In time, he placed it before him with a satisfied look on his face.
Now she dared to touch the jug. The male, however, was still not ready to
share his treasure. He slapped her hand back and drew the jug closer while
Eventually, the male took it up once more and gulped down another
long draught, and then set the jug down as if he were finished with it. He
drew farther away from it and rested his head against a small tree.
The female reached cautiously out for the honey and the nearer her
hand advanced toward it the bolder she grew. By and by, she latched onto
it, and when he did nothing to dissuade her—not even a mild vocal protest
of the honey.
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In time, she managed to remove it from her mouth and let it rest on
her lap. Honey by now leaked from the jug and ran down its sides, and
landed on her fur as it had his. She paid it no attention though, and went
back to it, and nearly drank it all. She didn’t though, and as if satisfied or
for some other reason, perhaps she felt the child needed to taste it as well,
He approached in fear, for he was well aware that his mother could
out as his mother had earlier and drew the jug up close. He tipped it to his
mouth, and when he tasted the honey, he scooted back on his heels. A look
of total surprise and shock spread across his face, and had his parents
been capable of doing so, they surely would have laughed at the
In a short time, the jug fell empty. The child ran his fingers around
the lip of the mouth of the jug and licked away all the sweetness that was
there. He then stuck his finger deep inside, drew it out time after time,
and later, after finding no more honey on his finger when he withdrew it,
picked up the jug, and in anger threw it back over his head.
The jug struck a rock large enough to withstand the toughness of the
crockery and the side of it broke. The youth turned then to see what the
noise was all about and saw that the side of the container was broken and
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sweetness there, commenced to lick away at it. He ran his tongue as far
around the broken shard as he could until finally he tossed it aside, and
picked up the rest of what remained of the jug. He could find little honey
there however and tossed it down again on the stone that had broken it
before.
It took him less than ten minutes to lick up all the honey. He then
sat and stared at the broken jug as if it might suddenly present more. But
this didn’t happen, and at last, the child grew tired of the effort, and lay
down and was asleep so fast it was as if a tree limb had fallen on his head
The next day all the family could do was long for more honey. But
the male denied them the privilege. In the end, they walked off deeper
into the woods to find a more substantial meal. Later, the male jumped a
deer, ran it down and killed it, slung it over his shoulder as if it were a
shoulder and they waited until later on, and another deer headed toward
them. They remained silent and because the wind was coming toward
them, the deer with a large rack approached as if it owned the entire
forest. It came close enough to the trio that it was nothing this time for
the big male to run down and snap its neck with his hand. They then
trudged back to their spot alongside the small creek. They gorged
themselves on deer meat and when they finished they all felt satisfied and
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this satisfaction would last them for more than a day. They fell on their
nest bed then and slept as if they might die from sleeping.
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Pugh remained on alert all the time the family of wild creatures were
absent. He expected at any second to see them or at least the large male to
Pugh thought it over for so long his brain was nearly numb from
thinking. He allowed that the beasts had attacked his property and
him, and the longer he thought it over the more he felt convinced that this
was true. The beast was out to get him. It could be that the savage animal
sought vengeance because the old man had injured it. Just look at what it
had done to Sally his milk cow. That for sure had to be an act of
vengeance.
Pugh kept a wary out for its return and set his mind to working on a
method to wreak his own vengeance. He also did not like the way the
animal was attacking his sense of peace of mind. He took to cursing much
more often than he had since he had taken up religion following the death
of his wife. He hated cursing, but the more he fought against the habit, the
more he flung curses about as if they were crumbs fed to chickens with.
He had long since stopped trying to keep hens because of the foxes.
sign of weakness to curse and especially needlessly the way he had heard
some men do, although he had not yet fallen to such a low level.
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this would never work. He knew that as long as the beast was still in the
area it would not work at all. It would be an act of stupidity on his part,
loose and cry like a child, but he didn’t. He bowed his neck like an ox in a
The longer he thought about how the beast had killed Sally in such a
heartless manner the angrier he grew. If it had carried the cow off and
consumed it or even eaten part of it in the barn if it could not carry its
weight, perhaps he would have felt better about it, but to kill it and just
leave it lay with nothing left for it but to rot away, was surely an act of
revenge.
feel he was justified in exacting revenge on the large brutish beast. But he
was too wrought by passion, to fully concentrate his mind, and was unable
to find it. But he found instead one that read, that he should be satisfied
with God’s mercy, and knew he must be satisfied as the book read, to
rejoice all the rest of his days for the simple act of that glorious mercy.
At last, he lay aside the book, packed his pipe, and sat and smoked,
alone with his thoughts as usual. Peace was hard to come by. He sat there
long after he had knocked the dottle into a hand, held it until it was cold
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and walked to the door, opened it, and flung it out to the night. He saw the
dogs lying on the porch yet and saw by this that the beast was nowhere in
Melvin looked up at him and wagged his tail. He thought of bringing them
both inside with him but thought this would be a foolish act. He only
brought them inside during the coldest of nights. He was not yet that
He sat a while longer watching the shadow man move on the wall
each time he moved a limb. By and by, he grew weary stood up, and
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Chapter Nine
Peace descended upon the home of Adam Pugh, and for two weeks, he was
not bothered at all by the beasts. He wondered if they might have moved
on. He hoped so. But deep inside he felt they would return. The longer
they stayed away from his property, the more anxious he grew until
would soon have to call in the horses, hitch them to the wagon, and drive
to town. He could get by without sugar. He wouldn’t like it, but he could
get by. After all, he still had some honey and a bit of sorghum molasses
he’d bough from John Miller from the batch he had cooked last fall.
sure that the one item that would chase him off to town was tobacco. He
“Just a nasty habit I know but it’s so hard to break. I’m too old to
even attempt to break it. What good would it be if I went through all the
pain and suffering for the foul stuff and to give it up completely and then
store of sugar, perhaps a week’s supply, and coffee, well, it was second on
the list of the most difficult items to give up. Coffee was growing low,
and it was a sure thing that he couldn’t give up both tobacco and coffee.
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Two days later, Pugh whistled up the horses, hitched them to the
wagon, called up the dogs, and climbed in with them as they scrambled
excitedly to the seat of the wagon and sat next to him. He chuckled to see
them sitting upright on the seat, staring about at the passing scenery just
like humans. As soon as he passed out of sight of his cabin, he felt sure he
should have stayed. Something would happen while he was gone on the
trip. He felt it in his bones. He mumbled a brief prayer for the safety of
his house, raised his head, and forgot all about the safety of his property.
town of Louvin. The store was owned by Luman Thomas, but his wife,
Emma, did the bulk of the sales work, she called Luman in from the
backroom only to lug heavy items out to a waiting wagon if the man doing
the buying didn’t want to do so. Many of them did so, but there was
always some who felt it was the obligation of the storekeeper to do this
work, since, after all, the man doing the buying felt it only proper.
Pugh stepped down from the wagon and pointed a warning finger at
his two dogs, and they were satisfied to watch all the activity going on
around them. They watched people coming and going on the sidewalk,
crossing the street, entering and exiting the stores on the block, and took
kept up a good lookout. Since nothing was running about freely that the
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Pugh couldn’t rub two pennies together to save his soul, but he
often ran a small tab from Emma. He had always paid up on time, and so
he had no doubt that she would back him for the small order he needed
plow or harness for his horses, well—he wouldn’t even dare ask for that
kind of credit especially since the wild savages stole most of his honey
supply.
Pugh’s sister, the man’s wife, was now dead. Occasionally he received a
letter from the man, although they came mainly close to Christmas. It was
He opened the door to the post office while the little brass bell
above the door rang out sharply and loudly in contrast to its tiny size. He
caught the scent of the building, a stuffy, closed up type scent, that
reminded him of civilization and mobs of people. The hardwood floor was
recently waxed and this added to the scent. Suddenly he felt a surge of joy
society, even in a small way, and this felt good. This made him feel he
was still a man, and not a creature of his own making, which he sometimes
felt he was, what with his living so much alone. He was still a member of
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“Hi, there,” he called out and felt he might have spoken too loudly,
“What can I do for you, sir,” said the young man behind the barrier,
the counter itself was a slab of onyx striped in black and white jagged
streaks, that reminded Pugh of lighting strikes. He liked this about the
post office. It was nearly as elaborate a pattern in onyx as was the counter
of the bank, although he had only been inside that building two times in
his life. The man looked to Pugh as if he might have a bit of owl blood in
him the way he peered at him through his eyeglasses. The glasses caused
“Could you check back there for a bit of mail for me?”
Pugh felt like laughing at his mistake. After all, his dogs both knew
him, every living thing on his farm did as a matter of fact, and that was
The young man turned and was about to walk off, but Pugh said, “If
This stopped the employee. “Delaware, do tell. I’ll just have a look-
see.”
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pronounced through the distance, and the heavy scent of the building,
which by now was joined by the odor of paper and perhaps ink drifting out
from behind the counter. A few minutes later, he followed the sound of
Adam Pugh was fixing an apology in his mind for making the young
man take a few extra steps, So he nearly fell over when the man returned
to argue that surely this letter did not belong to him. But, who could this
be from? The only outside acquaintance he had left in this entire wide
world was his brother-in-law in Delaware, and it was far too early in the
“Here you are sir,” said the owlish clerk, and slid the letter across
the top of the slick onyx counter creating a soft zipping sound.
Pugh felt he should slide it back to him, so great was his assurance
that the letter was not for him. The young man had made a mistake.
He picked up the letter and held it against his chest for a second as
if he feared that if he looked too intensely at it that it might not bear his
name on after all. By and by, he had to check though. The clerk was
waiting for him to perhaps say something. He looked at it. Sure enough, it
was postmarked Darling, Delaware. More than this, it had his name on it,
and in the upper left-hand corner of the letter was the name Ben Grimes,
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his brother-in-law, the man who had wed his sister, Melvinia. He looked
away briefly and then turned back to the missive. It still bore his name
and the name of Grimes. He could doubt it no longer. He folded the letter
and placed it in a shirt pocket. No way would he read it in here. Not with
at the clerk with a look of question on his face. The clerk lifted the
wooden divider that blocked the entrance to the rear of the post office. He
walked quickly toward Pugh. A bright smile spread wide across his face.
“Sir, I noticed that postmark. It was one I’d not seen before. I
would give you two pennies for it. Darling, Delaware is one I don’t have.
You see I’m a collector of them. Odd name it has as well, which makes me
want it more.”
Pugh dragged out the letter again and looked at it. It looked like all
The clerk took Pugh’s hesitancy as a sign he was holding out for
more than two pennies. He said, “All right, all right then, sir. How’s about
if I give you a nickel for it? I really would be happy to own that postmark,
Pugh looked again at the front of the letter. It was nothing more
than a letter. He couldn’t understand why anyone would give him a nickel
for it, but if that was what the man wanted, he wouldn’t argue with him.
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without opening it? I don’t want just anyone to be able to read my letter,
you know.”
“Oh, no sir. I wouldn’t read it, not at all. That’s against federal law.
I guarantee you that I can remove the postmark without opening the letter.
The clerk returned directly with the letter and a broad smile still
He handed over the letter with one hand and laying upon the open
Pugh took the letter and the coin as well, stuffed the letter back in a
shirt pocket, and the coin in a pocket of his overalls. He left the post
mind.
He approached the wagon, and the dogs saw him and started barking
out in greeting. Their tails were in constant motion on the seat, but they
“You old rascals need to hush now. I’m going inside here and do a
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Emma frowned a bit when Pugh asked her for credit. But in the end,
she agreed and placed his coffee, sugar, and tobacco in a box and slid it
toward him. Pugh had always paid his bills before, so she evidently felt
safe to carry him on the books again. She made out a ticket on her small
“The bill should be paid by the middle of June, Mr. Pugh,” she said
to his back.
This stopped him, and over his shoulder, he said, “Yes ma’am. I’ll
be back by then and pay up.” He figured the sale of his pigs would be
more than enough to pay her back. He hated to make debts of any kind and
only did so when it was absolutely necessary. This time he felt was
necessary.
someone about his unwanted family of visitors. But what would Slim
think? Likely the blacksmith would think that he was growing old and was
losing his mind. At times he thought perhaps he might be doing that very
thing, but with his dead cow, the missing calf, and the honey and the
fright inflicted upon his two dogs, he knew for sure he wasn’t yet gone
over the edge into senility. He too had been plenty frightened. He took to
the wagon seat and swung the team about and headed for home.
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strike a deal for a cow, but when he considered that the beasts still
remained in the area it would be fruitless to buy one just now. He felt sure
the beast would return and kill it as well. He continued the homebound-
trip and soon felt most of his problems slide from his mind. The day was
mild, the sun was shining warmly, the dogs were both happy and smiling
was content.
Two hours later, he reached home and drove up to the barn, and by
the time he unharnessed the horses and pushed the wagon back out of the
way against the south wall, he felt as if he had been gone for at least a
The dog creatures were glad to be home, he could tell by the way
they ran ahead of him and took up their positions on the porch.
“this old cabin sure looks like home to me. Smells that way too.”
He placed his purchases on the table and went back outside. It was
time to feed the hogs. So he went for the bucket to scoop up the corn to
feed the hogs before they started screaming their heads off.
After the feeding, he sat at the table and removed the letter he had
received from his brother-in-law at the post office. Ben Grimes started off
by hoping he was well and all the usual well wishes that he always did,
but later in the letter, he got to the meat of why he had written to him.
Ben was lonely, it seemed, and wanted him to come to Darling, Delaware,
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and live with him. His brother-in-law couldn’t imagine why he wanted to
live so far from civilization, and that he would feel so much better if he
but came to Darling and lived with him. Ben had a workshop where he
built furniture for a living, which had been his life’s work, but now he
also made the items for the pure enjoyment of remaining busy so he didn’t
have to spend so much time alone to think of Pugh’s sister, Ben’s wife. He
said his large house often hemmed him in and it sometimes made him feel
as if he was losing his mind. Well, Pugh knew that feeling and all too
well.
Grimes made the offer seem so appealing that he was nearly given
over to the idea of selling his land and taking Ben up on the offer. But he
felt that he would grow tired of living in town. After all, he’d spent
twenty years in the woods, and saw no way he could spend the rest of his
life cooped up in town. Not even the thought of learning a new craft held
much enticement for him. Likely after a year or so after his arrival there,
he and Grimes would grow so tired of each other that they might take to
hiding out so they didn’t have to look at each other. It sounded good,
though, at first. He knew though that it wouldn’t work. Adam Pugh was
not made for city life—he was not even made for small-town life, which
His wife? How could he just up and move off? He didn’t dare
abandon her. Not with her in her grave on the small knoll above the
springhouse he had built for her to take her tedious work to, or even when
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she relaxed with her crocheting basket and needles and go there in the
heat of a day in summer. She had loved to do that and was so happy he
had built the little rock house with the spring gushing cold air from
“Ahh, Woman, I’m so glad I could do that for you. I know you had
but a few luxuries in life. Thank you, God, that I was able to do that for
my dear wife.”
This made him feel even lonelier, this thinking, which he supposed
might even be a way of feeling sorry for himself, and perhaps it was. He
was not really sure what God would think of him for that if it really was a
weakness of character. Surely it wasn’t a sin. Was it? Could it be? He had
It had been nice of Ben Grimes to think of him, of his lonely life.
to talk all he had to do would be to open his mouth and let the words fly
and rip. Ben would be near to hear him. He wouldn’t be forced to talk to
himself the way he often did here in his cabin by himself. He lived a
lonely life it was true, and only came here to the wilderness after the
insanity of what he had endured for three years of madness in the war. All
the blood, the actual witnessing of guts scattered on the ground as if these
men he had killed had been born for nothing more than to be the defenders
of the rich man who had sent them all onto this bloody field with death for
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“If I had it to do over, I would have run away. I would have run to
But as soon as he felt this, had muttered the words, he felt guilty.
But why he wondered, why should he feel guilt that he had killed for the
benefit of other men who likely felt they were above killing for
“Well, that’s the way it seemed to me. Not at the time, it didn’t. I
thought I was doing something grand, being younger, and not very smart. I
didn’t feel that at all. So I guess there was no way I would have fled the
country. Not if I thought I was doing the right thing by doing so. These
thoughts have just come to me later in life. Besides, where would I have
Suddenly Pugh clutched his head in both hands and with his mind
filled with gloom said, “But why, Lord? Why should I have felt guilty if I
had fled?
horrible they often give me chills remembering them. I am so, so sorry for
all the blood I shed. Those young men were no different than I was. Some
He sat there after that, trying to find enough peace to read from the
Psalms.
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After twenty minutes alone, trying to forget his sins, he finally took
up the book and read from it. He read for thirty minutes, then set the book
aside. He picked up his pipe and tobacco sack, filled his pipe, struck a
match, and lit up. By the time he finished his pipe, he sat a bit longer and
watched the shadow man move on the wall, but only when he was the first
to move.
He felt better and later stood up, moved to his cot, removed his
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“Have they gone?” he said aloud to both dogs who sat on their
rumps and looked at him with eager eyes. “Gone for good? My lord, I do
*****
The large male couldn’t stop his desire for honey. He popped the stopper
from another jug of the honey he and his family had stolen. The two other
creatures sat nearby on their heels watching and waiting for their turn. He
lifted the jug of honey that likely weighed twenty-four pounds, a bit more
but finally, he withdrew the jug, rested it on a knee, and waited until he
felt the need for another pull. He looked at his mate and child as they
waited in rapt eagerness for their turns. The child looked as if it might be
didn’t though and withdrew the jug, and sat it on the ground away from
him, which was a signal for his mate to take her turn.
The female reached out and hefted the jug, drank until she could
drink no more before taking time out. Finally, she removed it. She rested
it on a knee as her mate had done earlier. By now the child was actually
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sire tossed a small twig at him. It struck him on the chest and this stopped
his jumping.
When she stopped drinking there was precious little left. She set the
jug on the ground for the child who leaped on it as if it were a rabbit he
had pursued and ran off its feet. He lifted it and drank and found that
there was little left. He withdrew it and slammed it down hard on the
rock he had used before and broke it, and sat there spooning out the
gloriously sweet nectar from the broken shards with his long fingers. In
time he tossed aside the last fragment of the broken jug and sat in a
sullen, unsatisfied mood. His mother reached out apparently to stroke the
long fur on the back of his head, but he slapped her hand away. She
slapped him back so hard that he tumbled over backward. He sprang to his
feet then and rushed off into the brush. He walked away huffing in his
chest and attempting to bark as loud as his sire, but he was still too young
to do so. He whistled all the way until finally, he disappeared into the
The small family had no intention of leaving the area any time soon,
not as long as they still had honey in the jugs, other foodstuffs in plentiful
supply around, and they still hadn’t invaded the hogpen yet.
They were well aware that it was there, but for some reason or the
other, they hadn’t bothered to deal with it. After all, those creatures were
filthy. They stank. Worst of all, they were so noisy their grunting and
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screaming hurt their ears. The big male had watched the hogpen before
several times. He sat in the shade of the woods, watched the old man carry
food to them, and listened to them scream and fuss with each other, even
when the man spread the food out evenly in the long trough. He noticed
that the human didn’t stay long with the animals but poured in the feed,
turned, and left as soon as he emptied the bucket. He often made three
trips to the pen with slops for the noisy creatures, then made several trips
to the nearby stream and carried water to them as well. All the while the
screaming continued so much so that the big male often covered his ears
with his wide, enormous, and leathery hands. Several times they were so
noisome that he was forced to jump up and hurry off into the woods and
get away from them so far off that their raving was blurred enough that it
ceased to torment him. He saw them as food, but he would need to be very
hungry to bother them. They were too noisy and stank, they were also
stockily built, and looked quite heavy. He could carry them—he had
carried far heavier burdens than they were, but still, it would be difficult,
and right then he would leave them be. They were there for him just
waiting until he felt needy enough to face the challenge of dealing with
the filthy beasts. On top of the stench, there was the noise they created
and this was the worst feature about them. They did have an excellent
flavor however for he had fed upon the meat from such creatures before.
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Pugh released the horses and watched as they trotted off into the field
where they rolled in the grass to dry the sweat that had accumulated on
their backs from the work with the wood he had transferred from where he
had chopped it and stacked it last fall. He liked to watch the horses roll
about as if they were colts. This made him feel good and satisfied that
Later, he fed the hogs. He walked off to the creek afterward and
filled the bucket, and by the time he had returned the hogs were finished
with their meal and one of them had even lain down in the shade to nap.
He poured in the water and carried two more buckets to them before he
figured this would tide them over. He then took up his bucket and walked
back to the cabin, dropping the bucket off at the barn on the way.
the plates he’d messed up, then sat again at the table. It was nearly time to
Later, after reading until he was sleepy, he took to his cot, glad that
things had returned to normal. He had little trouble falling off to sleep
because the work he had done today had made him sleepier than usual.
A week later, and still living in peace with the beasts, he decided to
check on his corn-grow. After breakfast, he took his rifle, whistled up the
dogs, and his walking stick which he also used to kill copperheads with,
for there was no way he would waste a 44/40 slug on a lowly snake. He
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walked off toward the lower field, where he had planted his corn earlier in
the season.
by the garden, and decided to do that next week. The rest of his garden
was still much too young yet to make, although he’d already had a small
mess of lettuce from the hotbox he had built and set up closer to the
house. He had done this as soon as he felt sure there would be no more
frost. He loved to wilt the lettuce with hot bacon grease poured on top.
It would soon be time to weed the garden. Already the grass was
He found that the corn was up already and likely had been for
several days for it had been some time since last he last checked on it. He
liked to sit and watch the corn gleam bright green in the morning
sunshine. He sat there on a large stone enjoying the sunshine, while the
dogs hunted in the woods behind him. He sat there for an hour, then
whistled up the dogs and when they showed up, he took out for the cabin.
He had the corn now to worry about. The beast if they lingered long in the
He had felt joyous on the trip to town, but now, for some reason, he
Delaware with him, and not stay so far away from civilization. This would
be nice, perhaps for a short time, he thought, but it was highly likely he
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would soon grow tired of living with someone else, even when his wife
still lived he had spent a lot of time out in the fields or barn finding work
to do because the cabin seemed much too crowded. Not always of course,
for his wife was a treasure and a blessing to him. But sometimes he would
do this, and later he felt guilty and wondered why he had done such a
thing. He missed her more every day. Now he regretted the time he’d
The beasts were still in the back of his mind, and he puzzled over
what to do with them. That was if they were still around. How could he rid
his place of the creatures? They loved the easy pickings, he knew, and the
honey must’ve been a special treat. This was the lure that kept them
nearby, he was sure of that. The honey was nearly gone, so he wouldn’t
need to hide it better than he had already. He wondered then about the rest
of the foodstuffs of his they coveted. Was there a way to protect the rest
or would they simply carry it off piece by piece until it was all gone? He
didn’t really know, but the very thought of that large beast stealing him
blind while he could do little about it irked so much it was nearly painful.
He allowed that he was lucky they hadn’t come while he was gone
into Louvin. They could have stripped him bare. Could it be they weren’t
that watchful of his comings and goings? It seemed that they were, but if
so, and they watched him go off to town in the wagon, why didn’t they
come for the rest. Perhaps they weren’t even smart enough to keep tabs on
him, but he doubted that. He was certain that they were smart indeed. In a
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way, they looked and even acted human or human-like. He wondered then
after killing one of them and saw that they were practically human beings
much like himself, what would he feel like? He’d killed too many men
already in the war. He hated the thought of killing any more of them, but
if these creatures were bent on wiping him out, he had better stiffen his
He had felt a great deal of relief to return and find the cabin
unmolested. His small stash of honey was still sitting on the floor along
the wall. The beast stank to high heaven, so if they had been in the house
he would have detected their odor as soon as he opened the door on his
return, or actually, he probably would have caught their foul odor if they
had been anywhere near the house. Just having them in the yard would
have been enough to have given away their presence. He was sure of this.
What had the big creature passed up that should have been easy for
him to steal? The hogs, of course. Why hadn’t they taken them yet? He
had no idea, but this was himself thinking from the viewpoint of a human
being. Perhaps these beings or whatever they were had tried hog meat in
Pugh had to find a way to stop the animals from taking off with all
his property. The big one could carry one of the young shoats easily
enough and Pugh wasn’t just right sure he couldn’t make off with a grown
hog. That creature was big, heavy with arms on him the size of a full-
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grown tree limb, and shoulders even larger. The thing could run and run
fast. In the end, he decided that surely the creature could carry off a full-
he can run when I catch him with a slug from my Winchester ‘73.” He
chuckled low with the image in his mind of the beast tearing out for the
woods on one-leg. This image goaded his conscience and he felt a small
tug of guilt at the thought. After all, he had become a God-fearing man
deal of mental agony. He had done many bad things in his life, sinful
things, but one thing he had yet to do was to steal, and another was to kill
reminded himself of that and felt a surge of pride that he had no such sin
After supper and his time with the Psalm book, he sat back and
enjoyed his pipe. The tobacco smoke curled up, passed the shaft of light
from the globe of his table lamp, and eventually carried on up to the
ceiling. This was a time for planning, with his pipe and with the peace
that had fallen over his cabin, and by the time he had smoked the pipe out,
he had decided that he would set up boards with nails driven through them
and ring them about the hogpen. Perhaps this would be enough to force
them to forget about the hogs, and even if they came nowhere near the
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hogs what would it hurt to place the traps around the entire pen? The
worst would be that he might accidentally step on one of them, but he had
“I’ll do that tomorrow. I’ll carry my hoe down to the garden and
weed it, and then come back to the barn and get busy building my little
He felt better with his decision, and knocked the dottle into a hand,
carried it to the door, and threw it outside. The dogs looked up at him
when he opened the door, and their eyes shone brightly in the lamplight.
He spoke to them both, calling them by name, for they each recognized its
own. He took to his bed and fell asleep almost instantly like a child that
The following morning sun brightened the interior of his cabin and
this as always awoke him, and old Pugh found he had spent a restful night
“Thank you God for the wonderful rest you gave me,” he said aloud
in his morning voice which was always as rough as a rasp when he first
awoke.
After breakfast and after he did up all his morning chores, he took
his hoe as planned and went to the garden plot. He first weeded the
tomatoes, which were only a foot or so tall, then the rest of the vegetables
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Finished, he put his hoe away and dug around in the scrap lumber
pile until he found ten flat boards of approximately four feet in length.
the pen won’t be completely ringed this will likely be enough. Can’t wait
till that big devil gets his just reward. He’s had his way around here long
He hammered seven nails into each board, and after he finished each
one, turned it over with the nails protruding upward from the wood. A
great trap, he felt. Finished, at last, he took the wheelbarrow that had been
on the house side of the barn, wheeled it to the boards, loaded them all,
and pushed it out of the barn and off down to the hogpen. The hogs
greeted him with subdued voices for they were still sated and still a bit
He placed the boards along the outside perimeter of the pen, making
sure they were placed equally distanced apart, with none too close to its
neighbor, or none too far away. Pugh was a stickler in this way.
He finished and rested back on his heels and checked out his
project.
“This will get that old big boy, I reckon. He comes around messing
with my animals he’ll pay through the foot.” He chuckled at his little pun.
Satisfied with what he saw he pushed the wheelbarrow back to the barn
and set it back on the house side and made sure it was well beneath the
overhanging shakes of the roof to be protected from the rain. He then went
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to the cabin, heated up the coffee from breakfast, cut up a couple slices of
bread that he had left, checked it well for mold, for it was old by now, sat
at the table, and ate and drank his noon meal. The bread was nearly gone.
He had no more eggs to bake with. Belle Loops, Ben’s wife had given him
a dozen some time back. Now they were gone. She had promised him more
bread soon.
He pushed back from the table and seeing his tobacco pouch and
pipe in the center of the table, had a sudden urge to smoke. He beat down
the urge though, knowing that a habit started was one that would need to
be broken.
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Pugh checked his traps each day as he fed the hogs. He saw no blood on
any of the boards and none of the nails were bent or none out of place.
“That gent ain’t been here yet,” he said aloud and both dogs looked
up and stared at the old man for a time, then he called to them and they
went back to the cabin. He hadn’t seen the creatures in some time now and
promising pastures. But he put little faith in this thought though and was
sure they would be back. Perhaps they are still working on the honey, he
allowed.
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The truth was, however, that the large creature had been stricken with a
bad case of diarrhea. He had sucked down too much of the rich honey that
he was allergic to and being unused to it, had fallen ill. The female
wondered why her mate was simply laying about, moaning a good amount
of the time, and on occasion springing off into the brush to empty his
grieving bowels.
The large male was coming out of his lethargy and illness though
The following morning the male, got up and strode off into the
woods. He was getting hungry for meat and hunted about until he found a
recent deer trail, took up his place of watchfulness behind a large post oak
tree and, sat and waited. He waited for several hours with nothing
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happening, but he was a patient hunter and continued to keep an eye out
for one of the deer that had worn the path in the soil here. This had always
been the way it was since he had grown to a size he could tackle a deer,
which by this time in his life was little more than a small effort on his
part.
He waited through till the sun was in the highest part of the sky and
still, no deer showed up. This didn’t faze him, however. He stood waiting
with his eyes far up the trail in the direction he expected his prey might
approach from if approach it did. He didn’t know why he felt sure of the
direction the deer would take but he was sure of this. He had absolutely
no idea what caused him to be so sure of the direction the animal would
come from, but he felt it was true and he had never been wrong. He was a
An hour before dark, he heard the deer then saw it—a grown male.
It came on in its soft steps, mincing along with all its senses alert, which
was its intuitive, inborn power that always stood on the lookout for
danger.
The male beast though was such a creature as well, one that relied
than that though and he had some reasoning power other than pure
instinct.
Five yards before reaching the tree, the deer detected danger. It
spun about, slipped a bit in the small stones in the trail with its hind feet,
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regained control, and leaped ten feet ahead, and was already in a full-out
run headed back the way it had come with all the power of its sinewy
frame.
The beast though was faster and had had the advanced knowledge
that sooner or later something good to eat would appear. He overtook the
deer in less than fifty yards and brought it down with one powerful blow
He knelt alongside its body and ripped its ribcage apart, reached
inside, and pulled out the liver, while the deer was still trembling from
The big male, attack the liver with extreme hunger. The warm blood
ran from each side of his mouth, and he grunted his pleasure with each
bite. As soon as he finished eating the liver, he picked up the deer, slung
camp. Minutes later, he arrived back with his family. His mate raised her
head to see what he had, but uncurious at what she saw she dropped her
head back onto her arm as she sprawled out upon the ground.
A little later after feeding, he shoved away from the carcass and
squatted on his heels several feet from it. The youth watched on from
expectant eyes but didn’t approach the feast on the ground. There was
The male watched on for a short time and when it saw the child was
not going to make an attempt at sharing the meal, he grunted, stood up,
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and walked off into the trees to the small creek that wended its way past
their camp.
The male didn’t charge the youth in ferocity but remained where it
The child took from this a sign that it was all right to eat, and soon
settled down on its heels and tore chunks of meat from the deer and ate
with apparent ravishment. It was a hard life for the juvenile and rarely did
The youth ate and ate. Finally, he felt full enough to move away
from the deer. He rose from the ground to its feet and walked farther off
down the stream to not invade the space of the big brute. He walked
downstream until he was out of sight of his sire and of the camp itself,
The male walked back toward the bed where his mate lay. He
squatted and stroked her back. She moved away from his hand disturbed
by his advances. He scooted away from her and took dropped on his bed.
Later, during the early evening, his stomach was busily digesting
his large meal, and he took this time to wonder, although not in the usual
way of human thought but in brain pictures. His mind went back to the
hogpen. Still feeling the noisy creatures would be good to eat, he figured
it might be worthwhile to kill one. After all, he had spent some time
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studying the creatures and by now was not so put off by their nasty odor.
In the end, he allowed that soon he might try them. They were heavy for
sure, but he had carried heavier creatures than the hogs. He called up
pictures of a large horse he had killed some time ago and carried for half a
mile, before stopping to rest, and by the time he arrived at his destination,
he came in dragging the horse. He had little doubt that he was capable of
carrying just about any of these animals. Horse meat was much too stringy
for him however but he would eat it if necessary. He would try the hog
meat first. If needed he would kill one of the horses. It took a long time to
Soon, he allowed his brain to fade away like the sun going down,
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It puzzled Pugh that the creatures hadn’t disturbed his makeshift trap. He
expected that after a week, the creature would have returned. He had seen
its tracks on the nearby hillside where he figured it sat and studied the
He figured that there was still abundant wildlife in the area and it
was killing and eating them. In the winter a portion of the game moved
away and found a sheltered valley out of the wind, where it was not so
Two weeks later, the corn was growing higher, his vegetables were
the thought caused saliva to ease from his jaws onto his chin where he had
to keep wiping it off with the back of a hand. He missed Sally his old
cow, but what he really missed was the milk gravy he could make from her
milk, had she not been killed, or murdered, which is how he thought of it.
“Just murder. That’s what it was, I tell you. Common and vicious
murder. That poor old gal didn’t hurt anything her whole life through. A
Pugh still had no idea what the creatures were. They had to be some
type of gorilla he reckoned. But he had never even heard of gorillas living
“Perhaps they escaped from a zoo somewhere, took to the wild, and
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the male could manage to lure a mate along with him. Surely the zoo
people kept a better eye on their beasts than to let them escape—two of
them together, and perhaps even a child. He was unable to believe this.
about the creatures. The sheriff could have come out and taken a look
hardly stalk a deer, and I reckon these creatures are much warier than a
deer. Nah. I could’ve stopped by the neighbor though and spoken to him.
Perhaps he has seen them as well. But as usual, when returning home, I’m
incredible tale.
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The season flew by, the garden made, the corn was up and growing. Soon
it would be time to gather the crops. He was already eating tomatoes and
the cucumbers he had planted was more than he needed, besides that they
often gave him indigestion, but he planned to feed the remainder to the
hogs. Hogs loved them, but hogs love anything they can clamp their teeth
on.
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The mornings came later, the sunset earlier. It would soon be time
to pick the corn. He had weeded them a good long time and it was now
beehives were likely full by now, he knew and this was tedious work and
took even more time than working out the corn. He decided though, to let
the honey alone for now. He wondered occasionally why the beasts didn’t
show themselves. He felt they were still in the area, for he had often seen
Well, maybe they don’t like to fight them. They can sting like the dickens
too.
“But it’s a rare mystery to me. They might still be eating what they
soon.” He decided then that this was the case. They saw no need to rob a
already had a good supply. He hoped that when their supply ran out that
they might just decide to journey on. He hoped this was the case.
Whatever the reason they didn’t show themselves it was all right by
Pugh. His nerves were much steadier than they had been earlier in the
year.
“The longer they stay away, the better I like it,” he muttered.
One evening while at the table with his book of Psalms, he reached
out and picked up his smoking material, pipe, and tobacco, and filled his
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pipe. He lit the pipe, and just then he heard the most awful screaming he
ever had in his life, and he had heard plenty in the war. This was not like
those screams that always seemed to him to be a pleading for mercy. This
screaming raised the hairs on his arms. His neck hairs stood at attention,
and he grabbed up his rifle from instinct where he had placed it across
He put his thumb inside the bowl of his pipe and smothered the live
coals and placed it back on the table. He stood up with the rifle in hand
and walked cautiously to the small pane of window glass on that side of
the cabin and looked out. The moon was on the ebb so he was unable to
see anything moving outside, but the sound had come from down in the
field. It had to be from the hogpen. He moved to the door, opened it and
the dogs rushed him and nearly knocked him off his feet and they charged
Pugh knew exactly what had screamed. One of the beasts, it was.
Had to be. He had never heard them vocalize before and was surprised that
they could even do so. If so, why hadn’t they done so until now?
“Dang it all, Melvin, what are you doing? My word. You got better
sense than to charge me like that. What if I’d fallen and broken
something?”
But the dogs by now were huddled behind the stove as far from the
door as possible. He scoffed at their cowardice and stepped out onto the
small porch. He pulled the door shut and waited until his eye grew
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accustomed to the darkness for the brightness of the table lamp had
blinded him.
for a time.”
He waited on the porch in the evening chill for fifteen minutes, and
when nothing more was heard or seen, he pushed back the door and
He sat again at the table, lit his pipe again, and smoked for a time.
They still wouldn’t come out from behind the stove where they
evidently reckoned they were safe from all things except perhaps
doomsday.
“I swear I ain't never seen such cowardly dogs. Ain’t this the
Ten minutes later, the dogs showed themselves. First came Melvin,
Nearing bedtime, Pugh got up, whistled softly for the dogs, walked
to the door, opened it, and turned about to let them outside. But evidently,
they had no thought or desire to go back outside. They slinked off again
Pugh shut the door and took up his chair at the table.
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bad habit.
“What would Pap have said about such as this. A man afraid to go
to bed?”
But still, he sat there and even thought of building another pipe. He
put that thought aside though with recalling the old saw that having a
second pipe would be just another habit to break, as his pap used to tell
him.
He looked at the wall clock, heard it tick off the minutes until the
end of all time, and saw that it was already thirty minutes past his usual
time for bed. He forced himself erect and started toward the bed.
A loud thump on the roof stopped him. His breath caught and locked
up in his chest.
“Is that damned beast on the roof?” he said aloud, for he felt sure
this was what was behind the screaming as well as the loud thump.
He waited another moment, held the rifle across his chest the way
And then a louder whump sounded off to his side at the door. He
spun and raised the rifle. The beast was at the door.
“Either that or he’s chunking rocks against the side of the cabin.”
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Another one struck the door, and this one was louder than the first
Pugh’s breath shut off in his windpipe, and now he trembled from
fear. The dogs moaned behind the stove as if they had been struck with
“No rock has come through that door,” he said in a choked voice.
“There ain’t no hole in it. None will either. I built that door stout.”
He stepped back to the table, drew the lamp closer, placed the flat
of a hand behind the globe, and blew it out. He sat then at the table, glad
that he had snuffed the lamp. For he was facing the window. No sooner
than thinking this thought than a large stone hurtled across the room, hit
the floor two feet from the table and rolled underneath it, and struck his
fragments of the windowpane struck the floor and scattered about the
room.
He leaped to his feet. For now, he fully expected the beast to tear
down the door and come roaring into his cabin and kill him where he
stood.
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He stood there waiting with the urge to lower the rifle to provide
him relief from the strain of holding it to his shoulder for so long and
tremble. The clock carried on ticking off the time as if nothing in the
He stood there for ten more minutes and sat down again in his chair
in the dark. He heard the teeth of one of his dogs chattering in fright. This
bothered him, for he hated that any of his creatures suffered, from fear or
“Hush now, pup,” he said. “It’s okay. You’ll be all right directly.
All of us will.”
walked in the dark to the wall, knelt, and felt around until he found the
nose of one of the dogs that he realized by feel was Baker. He caressed
He stepped back again to his chair and sat down, still with the fright
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Twenty minutes later with no more rocks crashing against the outer wall
beasts. I’ll have to kill them now. Dammit all to hell.” As soon as he
muttered this outrage, he regretted it. “Forgive me, good Lord. And thank
you so very much for preventing me from taking your precious name in
vain.”
Thirty minutes crept by with the slowness and pace of a turtle that
“Is it over, Melvin?” he called out to the dog in the dark. He heard
gently upon the floorboards. “That’s a brave old gent. We’ll be fine
directly. Them beasts will head off again into the woods. But we have to
find some way to kill them. I can’t handle much more of this old business.
cot, but truth be told, he was afraid to. Afraid to lose consciousness to
sleep, and if the attacks were to start again and worse if the creatures
rushed inside, he wouldn’t be alert enough to raise the rife in time and
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“I reckon it ain’t nobody that’s ever ready to die. Ain’t nobody tired
enough to just give in and give up. I’m a man who loves the Lord, and
someday I’d like to zoom off to heaven and live with him and rejoin my
wife, but right now, well sir, to tell the truth, I just ain’t ready. Right
now, I’ll have to stay awake and alert as long as I possibly can.”
The next thing he was fully aware of was that both dogs were at his
of his lightweight jacket. Took the Winchester and the dogs, mixed up the
mess for the hogs, and hoofed down there with last night’s dew heavy on
One of the boards with the nails sticking up from it was missing.
“Well, this explains it, I reckon,” he said. “That beast stepped foot
on one of the nails, and this set him off. That was the screaming I heard,
It seemed the animal had intended to steal one of the hogs or one of
the pigs. He stepped on the nail and that was that or so he allowed.
He trudged back to the barn with a wary eye out in extra caution in
expectation of seeing that big red-haired beast come out of the woods,
screaming and headed right for him. Last night’s episode had frightened
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He entered the barn, put the bucket inside the granary with the dry
feed-mix and the corn, and got busy building another trap, for he had seen
nothing of the lost trap in one of the ditches between here and the pen.
He took the trap back again and placed it in the exact spot the first
He raised up from setting the board back in place and both dogs
started barking in mild voices. He knew that whatever they were barking
wagon. His heart soared with joy, for he saw a wagon come in sight, the
horses stepping high and upon the seat with reins in hand sat his neighbor,
Ben Loops.
man or any man as far as that went and waited with a wide bright smile on
his mug.
Ben Loops leaned back on the reins and halted the wagon’s
progress.
“Well, bless my hard luck soul,” Loops said. His smile was broad
and bright as well. “I’m glad you’re home. Durned if I ain’t I would have
hated to get here and find you gone off somewhere. How you been doing,
old-timer?”
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Although both men were old, Ben Loops always addressed Pugh this
way. Ben Loops was likely ten years younger. This didn’t bother Pugh in
“Oh, about the same, Pugh said. “Same old thing, terror by night,
“I heard them, hog creatures, crying out a good long way back up
the path. Been feeding them things enough?” Loops chuckled at this, for
“No sir,” Pugh answered. “It ain’t nothing like that for sure.”
“I come over here for one of the fattening pigs the same as last
year. Need some good bacon pork, enough to last me and the little woman
all winter. ‘Tis getting on to fall, you know. I sold off all mine—well,
they were all called for, that is. Don’t know why I always manage to do
none but why fuss about what can’t be changed?” He paused then and
spread an arm and hand toward the pen. “I got some good ones in that
bunch, Ben. For sure. Make some mighty fine bacon too. Hop on down and
Ben Loops climbed carefully down from the wagon, turned to his
neighbor, and said, “My hopping days are long past.” He chuckled at this
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They walked toward the pen and left Melvin and Baker touching
Both men stood and studied the hogs for a good long time, then Ben
said, “Got mine picked out, Pugh. See that big white one, that tall one
“Yes, I do, Ben. But I’ve been aiming to take that one for myself.
That one will make good bacon, tall as it is.” Pugh was angling for cash.
He hoped that Loops had some, but he honestly doubted it. Cash was hard
cash to carry with him into Louvin on his next trip. It would make
Emma’s eyes light up if he flashed it before her on his next trading day.
Ben said, “You know durned well I ain’t got no cash, Pugh. Who
does? Doubt if the bank even has any, hard times like these.”
“I figured on helping out with your corn crop, mister. Might could
do a piece of other labor as well. Could help with the bees too. You ain’t
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“What sort of labor were you thinking of, Ben? Got a few logs I
need to put back up. They fell from the back wall of the barn some time
“How many logs you talking about? If they ain’t too many of them,
“Come on, we’ll go up to the barn and you can judge for yourself.”
Pugh turned then and struck out for the barn, while Ben Loops
“Wait up, Pugh,” Loops called out. I’ll carry you up there in this
wagon.”
Pugh raised a hand in flat refusal of the offer and said, “That’s all
Later, they stood in the barn with Ben’s team of horses standing in
the doorway of the walkway rattling the chains occasionally and stamping
their feet from lack of motion more than anything else, for the horseflies
Maybe less. That is if you don’t get too much in my way.” Both men
Ben Loops missed his predicted time by thirty minutes, which Pugh
already knew was how it would turn out. Loops always overestimated his
working abilities.
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Later they drove both wagons down to the cornfield and commenced
gathering the corn. Pugh finished loading his two hours later and set in
helping Ben Loops. Twenty minutes later both wagons were loaded and
They finished the unload and stood on the ground and dusted off
“I don’t know how great the bait will be, Ben. But it’ll fill your old
belly up more than it is right now. I’ve been hearing it rumble like a tater
Inside the cabin, Loops saw the broken window pane. “How in the
world did you do that, Pugh? I can see by your floors, that you ain’t
swung your broom about too hard lately, and that’s for sure.”
Pugh wasn’t about to tell him the full story. He was a man not
willing to be made fun of and had he told Ben the truth he would have
They worked on the corn until nearly dark, and instead of having
Ben drive home in the dark, he called a halt to the work for the day.
“Getting late, Ben,” he said. They had just unloaded their third one
of the day, and it looked as if they still had at least two more in the field.
“I reckon you’d better head on home, Ben unless you plan on spending the
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me. Ain’t spend a night away from her, since we got hitched.”
Both men dusted their pants legs, finished, and Ben Loops took to
“Be back early in the morning, Pugh. We’ll knock out that little
Pugh raised a hand, and not knowing he was prouder of Ben’s work
“I’m right proud of your help, Ben. Lord knows it too. I certainly
appreciate it.”
“Be back tomorrow, Pugh. Have that big legged hog all tied up for
me I-golly. I plan to drive it up a ramp into the wagon bed, tie its feet,
night.”
Ben Loops raised the reins over the backs of the animals and
dropped them smartly on their backs and they left the barnyard and hit the
*****
The next morning, Adam Pugh gave each horse a share of grain and hied
them back out to the yard. He decided that Loops would need some extra
to carry his pig home, so they decided that he’d return the following day
and finish up the work they had left. They drove off down to the pen in
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Ben Loops’ wagon. They placed a wide board against the wagon’s tailgate,
and with both dogs standing nearby, the tall hog didn’t tarry long on the
Together both men tripped the hog and with it on its side, squealing loud
in protest, Ben Loops tied its legs with a length of heavy twine.
Later that evening with Loops gone home with his pig aboard his
wagon, Pugh allowed his chest to swell with pride at how much work he
had gotten out of Loops in exchange for the bacon pork. He fixed and ate
supper. He left the dogs on the porch and hoped they would be satisfied to
He finished his Psalm work for the evening, pushed aside his
father’s ancient bible, and stuffed his pipe full. As he smoked he felt more
relaxed than he had for some time. Today had been a glorious day, and
after suffering through the long night before, he thanked God for this
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The sun was just breaking the treetops in the east woods as he and Ben
Loops drove back down to the cornfield to finish up. In two and a half
hours they had both wagons loaded and were driving back to the granary
Later with the corn in the barn as well as the bee boxes emptied, all
that was left for Pugh was to shell the corn and crack it on a homemade
corn cracker that he had bought from a man named Elbert Willis in
Louvin. This was work that required a lot of repetition and not a lot of
hard physical labor. He would do that gladly. For with the help of Ben
Loops he was already farther along in the work than he would have been if
he’d been made to do it all by himself. He didn’t regret the price of the
hog he’d paid Loops off with. He hoped to drive the young fattening pigs
to Louvin to trade at the stock barn unless he got lucky and sold them on
the street first. Perhaps he’d even get a few dollars in hard currency.
*****
The male beast lay on his rough bed for two days after tearing the sole of
his right foot on a nail down at the pen that held the noisome creatures.
This after he had rocked the old man’s house savagely that same night.
His mate had doctored him again with the same herb she had applied to
the shoulder that Pugh’s bullet had grazed earlier in the year. The hogs
had a hold on his thinking now for some reason. He longed to steal one
but didn’t like all the racket they made. But he was completely fascinated
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nail.
cautiously when his sire was sitting up and out of his bed. So the child
say out of his way. He didn’t enjoy being cuffed around. His mother
though kept her eye on him and he had little chance to slip off. He had
done so a few days back and while waiting on a tree limb for the turkeys
he had heard them scratching the underbrush for acorns that had fallen
from the trees. The turkeys soon made the mistake of passing underneath
surprised at their alertness. Although they could see little, they had good
The next thing he knew the air around his head was alive with
turkey wings that beat his face fiercely as they caught air. Dust and dead
The youth managed to grab one by one wing and was nearly beaten
to death with the opposite one. He finally caught the big Tom by the neck.
He yanked off its head and was sprayed with a bright spray of blood.
His mother had seen him approaching, and she wore a frown of
displeasure on her face that warned him to step carefully. However, when
she saw the turkey under his arm she relaxed and her facial muscles fell
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slack on her stern face. He ripped off all the bird’s feathers, and as soon
as he finished his mother took the animal from him. All she left for him
were the feet and a few strings of meat that attached the wings to the
body.
The next day, his mother watched him closely and he was aware that
he would not be able to sneak off again. So he walked to the edge of their
small area of the encampment, sat down, and watched both adults, with
guarded eyes.
jungle. Today was not his day to hunt. He wanted very much to
accompany his sire on one of his hunts, but so far the large adult had not
given any sign that he could do so. His sire, he realized would teach him,
but only when he felt he was ready. All in its time. Right now, he was still
too young, but only his parents felt this. The juvenile felt for sure he was
plenty ready. Finally, he fell onto his back and drifted off to sleep.
At dark, the adult male allowed he was able to get up and around.
He stood up and left the camp without looking back. His mate uttered no
protest, nothing could be done, she knew. She merely watched him fade
He walked farther away from the open space that lay before the
strange structure that belonged to the human. He followed the creek down
to the field. He had excellent night vision and located the horses. They
grazed in the pasture between the human’s structure and the hog pen. In
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time, he felt he was far enough away from the big animals that they
couldn’t see him, and with the wind blowing toward them, they couldn’t
The half-moon was often covered by thin clouds that prevented the
full light to strike the earth in this area but he was able to see nearly as
well as if it were daylight. The clouds trickled slowly past the moon as if
they were reluctant to allow the large ball of light to shine at its fullest
measure.
He stopped twenty-five yards from the hogpen, and for once they
were silent. He could see them in the spacious pen, lying about in clusters
The beast knew now what to look for, and where the trap set by the
human would be, for he felt that surely he would replace the one he had
carried off and tossed into the bushes with an instinctive gesture meant to
hide it from the human. He had been sorely angered when he stepped on
the nail and had vented his anger by screaming at the top of his voice. He
hated to be hurt, which was usually an act of his own negligence but in
this case, he had been blameless and the feeling of injustice disturbed
him. He had cried out more as an act of instinct, surprised by his pain, but
his chest had filled with hatred for the human, for he knew the man was to
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repetition and his lesson had been one he would not quickly forget.
way, and stepped over the low fence, and approached the nearest pig, a fat
one that lay on the outer edge of the ring it had taken up as if it were an
outside guard.
He knew better than to simply pick up the fattening pig, for they
were noisy creatures, to begin with, and if he did so, the creature would
scream so loud that the human would hear it easily. Making sure not to
cast a shadow across the pig’s face, he bent and brought down his large
knotted fist, and struck the hog behind its left ear.
The fat pig merely squeaked in a quiet voice, trembled for several
seconds, and then lay still. After the animal stopped quivering, the beast
caught it up in both hands, held it against his chest and walked to the
fence and stepped over it, and stalked away. He reached the creek and
crossed it in two large strides, climbed up the small knoll that bordered
He had intended to carry the pig all the way back and perhaps share
a bite of the liver with his mate, but his greed, as well as his hunger,
overcame him. He dropped the young animal and before its stomach
stopped sloshing he bent and ripped apart its ribcage as he always did
with the deer he caught. He tore out the liver in a hurry to get at it. He
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leaves, ate the liver, and grunted his pleasure all the while.
The blood made him thirsty and he figured that it would be quicker
moments earlier. He picked up his kill and hurried off through the woods
He dropped the deer meat on the ground next to his mate and walked
off to the stream fell on his belly and gulped down water as if he was
dying of thirst. Blood always made him thirsty. By and by, he returned to
the meat he had dropped and saw that his mate had not attempted to eat
yet, he grunted his approval and she tore the domesticated animal apart
even more with her hands and ate with loud gulps and chomping of teeth.
The child awoke, alerted by the scent of fresh meat, sat up, and
watched his parents as they squatted on their heels before what was left of
toward the meat until he received permission from the female or his sire.
She grunted her permission and he walked over and fell on the food
Later, they were all sated, their stomachs ceased rumbling and soon
they were all sleeping, snoring but not loud enough to give away their
presence even though nothing in these woods was fierce enough to try
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them. This was merely a vestige of a long-gone time when there were
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“Dammit all to hell,” the old man said. He felt guilty for cursing, but he
simply was unable to contain his anger. He saw where something had
moved one of the boards with nails in it. He then counted the hogs. He
The dogs at his side caught the scent of the creature that had
invaded the hog pen and they clung to the old man’s legs for protection.
“Bless you. Both of you, but why on earth didn’t you sound off last
night when this devil came a-stealing?” He knew it was not their fault,
after, all they were herd dogs not guard dogs. He reached down and patted
each one then rose with his rifle at his side. He went nowhere these days
He tracked the beast and in the deep grass. This was an easy chore,
for the beast was enormously heavy, which bent the grass and pressed it
into the ground leaving footprints that were easy to see, even though his
eyesight was growing weaker by the month. He tracked it all the way to
the creek and waded across and up the small rise of ground that led away
He found where the creature had placed his burden on the ground.
Old Pugh thought by this that it had gotten tired, and stopped to rest. But
he saw small slivers of red meat with blood on the leaves as well and
figured the thing had merely stopped to consume the choicer meats, which
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but the small cactus with the yellow flowers that bloomed from it earlier
in the year. He circled the rocky area, keeping his good eye on the ground,
and when he completed the circle he stopped and looked off deeper into
the woods.
his pants legs with their tails, one from each side. This was all they did,
however, no way would they move away from the old man’s side.
luck and the good luck of the creature. Finally, a large wave of fear shook
his body from head to foot. The woods seemed almost dark as night, for
the day was cloudy and the woods filled him with deep gloom and despair.
“Let’s go boys,” he muttered, swung about, and with the dogs near
him at every step, he walked back to the creek and stepped across it and
up to the hog pen. He replaced the board the thing had moved, then picked
up the bucket he’d used to grain the hogs with, although by now with the
hogs as they protested again for more corn. Hogs, he had learned, were the
outside of humans.
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“Damn if they wouldn’t eat the shoes right off a man’s feet,” he
rumbled in a foul mood, and this time he didn’t even notice that he had
Ben Loops to return to fetch him enough jugs to hold all the honey that he
Ben Loops looking much like an elf with his long white beard down
to his chest, sat on the wagon seat, smiling as if Pugh had just turned a
“I had no doubt you would, Ben. I’m glad to see you too. I swan but
I am.”
forced Pugh to tell the man about the beast that had taken up residence in
his woods, but he decided against it. After all, what could Ben do that
would help him? Very little, unless he wanted to volunteer to sit up all
night long with his rifle and guard his place for him. He knew that this
wouldn’t work. Loops like himself had his own place to care for. Besides,
he would spread the word that the old-timer was losing his mind. Adam
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Ben backed the wagon into the breezeway of the barn, and both men
Later, they stood among the grounded jugs, and Pugh said, “What
wave.
“Nah, my pap used to keep bees but when he died they all took to
the wild before I could tend to them. Anyway, I ain’t right crazy about
“Well, no. I can’t allow that, Loops. This is a lifesaver to me, I’ll
tell you true. I need to ease my conscience. So how can I repay you?”
Ben Loops shifted on his feet, placed a hand on his right hip, and
said, “I tell you what, old-timer, I reckon you can use them jugs as long as
you want to for free. Well, not exactly free, I told the little woman I’d
fetch her a jug of your honey. So what about if you give me a jug of that
Pugh still felt he was beating the man, but he said, “I haven’t heard
a better offer in my life, Ben. I’ll give you all the honey your little woman
can use. Anytime you need some, just fetch me back your jug and I’ll
They shook hands on that and Pugh set to work. He filled Loops’
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Loops left then, and as Pugh watched him leaving, he regretted then
that he hadn’t gone ahead and told him about the damnable devils that
Pugh decided to sit up that night and guard the hogpen. He would
soon use the dogs to herd them to town to trade. He didn’t want to lose
any more of them. He needed many supplies and the hogs, as well as his
honey, were the only things of value he had to trade. At dark, he shut the
dogs up inside the granary where they scurried to the top of the corn and
The next morning, Pugh hoofed on down to the hogpen, and with his
rifle slung over his back by a heavy piece of twine, climbed up a nearby
red oak tree and sat there in his heavy coat to wait. He hoped to shoot the
big red devil tonight. The sooner he was shed of the beasts the better he
would feel, so would the dogs and all the other animals on the place.
The moon was hiding behind the clouds, and it had grown chillier
than it had been back in the early spring when he first sat on top of the
cabin and guarded it against the beasts. This time he lacked the chimney
to warm his back, and the night was longer than any night he had known.
Well, at least since his war years. No night was longer than one of those
He couldn’t stop his thoughts with so much time on his hands. The
worst times of his lifetime pursued his peace and to defeat his off-mood
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pen that was capable of keeping out the invasion of foxes he might be able
to keep a few chickens. The eggs would be good and the young fryers in
the spring would be mighty tasty. His chin became damp from the saliva
Sometime during the long night, he fell asleep and only awoke when
the hogs in the pen stirred about at daylight and grunted in hunger. He
counted them and when he saw that they were all still present and
accounted for, he sighed tiredly and skinned down the tree. He nearly fell
as he went. It had been a good long time since he had climbed a tree. He
reckoned the last time was when he was squirrel hunting, shot a young
gray that hung up in a limb, and unable to bear the loss of the tasty young
meat climbed up and fetched it down with him in the chest pocket of his
bibs. This was still when he was sort of a young man, and his wife still
lived. He knew her love for young squirrel and had undertaken the climb
with no regret, for he would never begrudge her anything in the world.
But today was a different time. Age had carried off most of his vigor and
granary, picked up his bucket filled it with corn, for now, the granary was
choked full with it, and carried it down, and fed the hogs. Later, he ate
breakfast and later pondered what else he could do that would stop the
devilish beast from stealing any more of his pork. There was no easy
answer to this puzzle though. He just had to be more and more alert.
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That night after he did up all his nightly chores, having fed himself
and the dogs as well, he set the dogs at watch upon the porch and sat with
them awhile. Later, stepped inside found his bible, and afterward smoked
his pipe.
ladder, trudged back down to the hogpen with it, leaned it against the side
of the red oak tree, and climbed it to the nearest limb. He felt better than
he had the night before because tonight he didn’t have to skinny up the
counted the hogs and seeing none were absent, he took down the ladder,
placed it on the ground behind the red oak and went to the granary,
carried down several buckets of corn, and with the dogs at his side, fed
the noisome creatures. Next, as always, he watered the hogs from water,
week of lost sleep, stiff and sore joints, and chilled fingertips, he figured
that tonight, the hogs would just have to guard themselves. He was tired
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The big red-haired beast journeyed to the hogpen each of the nights that
Pugh kept his vigil. He caught human scent long before he even reached
the creek, and from the deep brush that grew on the bank above the creek,
he squatted behind one of the thick bushes, pushed a limb to the side, and
sat and waited to see how long the human would remain in the tree where
he had easily spotted him, waiting and watching Pugh with animal
patience.
He returned the following night. The human still sat in the tree, and
on the third night, he left early, slipped silently back to his bed, and fell
asleep while the puny human sat on his tree limb guarding the hogpen.
After a week, the red beast walked again to the hogpen, with the
expectation of seeing the human once more sitting on his limb in the dark
like an owl. This, however, was not the case. The man was nowhere
around. He wasn’t in the tree, wasn’t hiding on the ground, for he scanned
the complete area with his keen night-time vision. He was not exactly
afraid of the human, and physically he could tear him apart, but there was
something about the popping sounds that accompanied the sharp sting in
his shoulder earlier that frightened him. He realized that whatever the
fearsome stick-like thing was it was capable of doing even more damage
By and by, he spotted the man’s ladder, the thing he had used to
scale the tree with, lying on the ground behind the red oak and figured by
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this that he was not on guard. To be careful, though, he waited for another
hour to make sure the human wouldn’t be coming to the hogpen tonight.
Eventually, he stood up slid down the bank to the creek, crossed it,
and headed quickly across the pasture to the pen. He stopped several yards
from the enclosure to see if all the hogs were sleeping because he found
them to be watchful creatures in the past, and seeing that they were truly
all asleep, he easily stepped over the fence that stood no more than four
feet in height, selected one of the animals, knelt at its side, and killed it
with a heavy blow of his heavily padded fist. He carried it out of the pen,
back across the pasture, over the road to Louvin, sloshed through the
creek, and scurried up the small knoll, with the hog slung over his
The big animal, battled with himself again as he had the first time
about whether to allow his mate to enjoy a taste of the liver and like the
first time, he lost the battle. He dropped the pig to the ground with a loud
liquid sloshing sound of the contents of its stomach, opened its ribcage as
easily as if he had just pushed a small sapling out of his way. The liver
tasted if anything even better than the first one had, and there was more of
it.
After finishing the liver, he sat awhile upon a small rock for a few
minutes savoring the strong, bitter taste of the bloody meat, and then
slung the hog over his shoulder and trekked back to camp.
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He woke his mate. She sat up and he saw the displeasure on her face
for being awakened, so he placed the hog at her side. This brought her
firmly awake, for she like the male was a creature born to eat. She sat up
abruptly.
The child too awoke and watched his mother eating, he sat up as
well but made no move toward the meal she was gulping down. He merely
watched on from dull, sleepy eyes. The sweet scent of the fresh-killed pig
The red male reached out a hand and touched the child, and the
youth sprang to his feet and fell on the meal alongside his mother with
Then deciding that the two had eaten all they needed, the red
animal, grabbed the pig or what was left of it, from the other two, moved
off several yards, squatted, and with a warning look from his eyes to his
family members not to bother him, he ate and ate until only the bones
*****
Pugh finished his breakfast and with an extra spring in his step from being
well-rested, he gathered his herd dogs, the bucket of corn, and left the
barnyard.
He poured the bucket of grain into the long trough that he had made
from a hollow log of an oak tree several years back and stood and counted
the hogs as they greedily ate their morning meal. Counting with the
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counting, and saw that one was gone, he once again counted them. This
time too he found one was absent. His heart lurched a bit in surprise but
He finished counting by and by and stood with his hands on his hips
barren pen, with nowhere to hide except the shed they used when it was
raining. He easily saw that it was empty. Finished again, he removed his
floppy hat, scratched the top of his skull, placed it back where it
“That devil. That devilish sonsabitch, has taken another one. The
damned night for a week. Nothing happens. Miss one night and this is my
reward.”
He kicked the fencepost again, waited for his toes to stop aching,
and kicked it again and again, and all the while he cursed aloud to the
heavens.
The border collies dropped their tails, stiffened them, and placed
them firmly up against their stomachs. They hurried off fifty yards into
the pasture, and feeling safe for now, stopped, sat, and watched the mad
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At last, his rage fell back to a more normal and manageable state.
The old man felt defeated but with the rage much dissipated, he walked
slowly around the pen. He reached out and shook each fencepost, tested
the boards to see if any were loose. He carried himself all around the pen,
testing each board and post. That hog hadn’t just escaped the pen and took
to the woods. That red beast had stolen it. There was no doubt about it.
begun. He removed his hat again, and once more scratched his head. He
get for it? Cheated, stolen from. That’s his reward. The sonsabitch. The
god damned unholy bastard. I’ll kill that beast if it’s the last thing I do.”
back, refilled it, returned for another, and this time when he poured the
contents into the wooden trough, he felt some better for the exercise. He
was more able to think calmly. He decided to track the beast again, and
this time he vowed to find the place where they took refuge, for he felt
He attempted to run the dogs back to the cabin, but they only fell
back out of range of a stone in case the old man figured he should stone
them as he had done once before. They moved closer as he crossed the
creek and seeing the old man was not bent on stoning them now, they
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Pugh found the spot where the red fiend had stopped and eaten the
pig’s liver as it had done to the first one he had absconded with. He
hunkered and noticed the bloody pieces of meat that had dropped from to
the ground in its haste. He sat on his heels, Winchester in hand, butt plate
off guard. This beast would kill him in a second. He had no doubt of that.
The creature’s arms were frightfully large and powerfully built. His dogs
sat behind him, still afraid to sit alongside their master. They watched his
every move with somber eyes, ready to jump and run with any sort of
After several minutes of sitting, staring into the woods with rapt
attention and muttering curses occasionally, he stood up, hefted his rifle
to his chest, and stepped away from where the beast had eaten its tidbit of
meat.
He walked for what he felt was at least thirty minutes and still with
stopped. He huffed a bit, sniffed the air like one of his dogs, searching for
the scent of the animal, for he had noted before the horrible stench that
covered ground and how far they traveled before they decided it was safe
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enough to rest. What to Pugh was a long trip, to them was but a short
distance.
“Here I stand over an hour from home and still haven’t found the
red devil. I still have work to do too. Have to carry all that jarred honey
to the house. Hell’s fire, it must be nigh noon. I’m hungry. Better get on
He turned then and headed back toward his cabin. After thirty yards
or so, he stopped and yelled out in his loudest voice, “I’ll get you yet, you
He waited and listened until the last echo faded away, and turned,
and whistled to the dogs, and they hastened up to him and walked one on a
In the morning after feeding the hogs and his pups, he took up the
iron pot he used to boil water in on butchering day and rolled it from the
barn down to the pen. For today was the day. There would be one less
fattening pig to drive to market after this day. It was time to butcher. One
hog would do fine for him. In fact, he already had enough bacon left in
the smokehouse to last the winter through, but he didn’t really enjoy old
bacon—it already had a mild rancid taste to it. He built up a fire next to
the hog pen, circled it with large stones, set the kettle on the four stones
inside the circle, then took his feed bucket to the creek and carried up
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water and poured it into it time after time until the black vessel was full
to the brim.
He set the bucket upside down on the ground alongside the fire. He
sat down on it fetched out a large pocket knife he would use to draw
deeply across the pig’s throat with. He then took a stone out of a pocket
of his overalls and stroked the blade of the knife with long even pulls and
pushes. Ten minutes later he sighted down the knife’s blade. He saw that
it was likely as sharp as it would ever be, folded the blade, and put it
away. The stone followed the knife, and he stood up and walked to where
he kept the scaffolding on which he would hang the hook that was
attached to a pulley and chain. Afterward, he sat and rested a bit. He knew
from the past, that it would take over an hour for the water to roll and
buck in its vessel. So he walked back to the barn and mended an old
harness rig that lasted him long enough for the water to boil. After this, he
walked back to the fire and found the water in a strong heavy roll. The
It was time.
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He walked to the pen’s gate, whistled for the dogs, and when they arrived
eager to help, he downed the gate and stepped inside with them. He
touched one of the pigs on the back and the dogs herded it outside, and
held it close by the kettle then for these two creatures were intelligent and
butchering day. He erected the gate again, and walked quickly to the pig,
placed one arm beneath the young animal’s chin, yanked it upward toward
him, and with the knife in the other hand, sliced deeply and efficiently
across the creature’s windpipe. Blood gushed forth from its neck as if
from an artesian spring. The animal ran in a circle on the ground. The
circle grew slower and slower as the blood flooded forth and splattered
the ground loudly all the while. Finally, its feet folded on it and it fell
straight down onto its stomach with a loud whump and did not rise again.
Next, he quickly slit the belly of the hog and slid the guts out of its
interior being careful to protect the liver and other sweetmeats, kidneys,
liver, and the rest. He then attached both hind legs to the hook with a
piece of wire and took up the chain that operated the pulley system. Over
the fire-blackened kettle, he situated the hog, and when he had it in the
water that at times splashed his pans legs. His overalls, however, fit him
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the kettle and then went to work with his knife. He scraped the hair from
the animal’s hide in long pulls that went from the head down to the feet.
The foul odor of the filthy hogpen rose up from the animal’s hide as he
scraped the tough, wiry hair away. But he was well used to the odor from
head, as well as its feet. Later, the pocketknife grew dull from the abuse
he received from the resilient hair. This was at a critical time since if
allowed to cool the hair would be much harder to scrape away. Pugh
dropped the knife, picked up his butcher knife from the ground, and with
He finally had the hide as slick of hair as it was possible to make it.
He plunged the blade of the butcher knife into the still boiling water and
lowered the pig to make reaching it more accessible, he cut away the
upper hams, then the lower ones, which were heavier than the front ones
and cumbersome to handle. He placed this all on the ground in the grass to
they even kept the flies away, although this late in the season there were
fewer of the pests around. Soon though the flies took command and the
dogs were unable to keep up, which bothered them a great deal. The old
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Then having all the meat cut off, and on the ground. He walked
back to the barn with his bone saw and the butcher knife. He whistled
sharply all the time for the horses. By the time they arrived, he had the
wagon situated well and he attached their harness and hooked them to the
By evening, he had all the meat lying upon the flat table he used to
salt them down inside the smokehouse. It took him an hour to salt down
the meat, rubbing it in thoroughly with a clean rag he had fetched from a
small cabinet in the cabin. By the time he hung the heavier meat up he
was worn out. So much so, he first thought that he would forfeit his
supper, and just go on to his bed. But his stomach began to sound off and
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Chapter Nineteen
Pugh made a day of fetching all the jugs into the cabin, and when he
finished, he sat down on the table chair and looked at the crop of honey he
had fetched into the cabin. The honey jugs stood out from the wall for
what he guessed to be eight feet and ringed the kitchen range. He had left
only a narrow path by which to reach the range for when it was time to fix
a bite to eat. There was precious little room left inside for movement let
alone even one more jug of honey. Since he would be needed on the
ground to help the dogs herd the hogs, he had no way to carry it all off to
town to trade to Edna at the store. The horses would have a free day
tomorrow. But the red beast was still his major fear.
“Well, sir. I suppose I’ll just have to live with this mess until I kill
that devil out there in the woods. Kill the devil or till he kills me”. He
chuckled at this little joke, for he had been trying to kill the animal for
That evening, sitting with his pipe, he knew that he would just have
to take the dogs and herd the rest of the pigs into Louvin. If he didn’t the
“I’ll do that in a few more days. It’ll take me that long to shore up
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supplies he needed from town. He would have to make the trip for sure.
He figured the beast wouldn’t be back for another pig this soon
since he had taken but one, so he decided to stay the night in the cabin.
But he knew that if one more pig came up missing he would have to get
“I didn’t raise them fattening pigs just so I could shove them down
the mouth of that big beast. Got to get them on into market while I still
have them.”
what was bothering him. What had woke him up in the middle of the
He leaped from his bed and hurried across the floor to the table, lit
the lamp, and took up his book of Psalms for he had forgotten to read
from it and this hadn’t happened to him either. Not since the passing of
the ceiling after he’d read from the book and returned to bed. Soon, his
mind relaxed and he fell asleep as if nothing bad had happened at all.
The next morning he trudged to the hogpen, fed them, and when he
would have done had one been missing. He came close to giving up on
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finding the lair of the beasts and fixed his mind to move his pigs to town
as soon as possible.
He put the feed bucket up, and spent the remainder of the day in the
granary, cracking corn. He finished up for the night, save for the chores,
and saw that he still had another day’s work before he finished cracking
all the crop. This was exactly what he figured it would take him to do the
job. The horses returned to the barn that evening as he put up his feed
bucket. He grained them and planned to use them the next day. So, he put
them up in the stall so they would be in easy reach when he called for
them. He went back to the cabin and stirred up a bite of supper. The dogs
“You gents will earn your keep around here right soon,” he called
out loud enough they heard him as he passed into the house. Soon, two
tails beat upon the wood of the porch in a steady and lively tattoo.
satisfaction that they were all still here when he counted them. Still
gentlemen need to rest yourselves right good tonight. It’ll be a long old
day tomorrow. He patted them at the door, and they sat on their heels with
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“I reckon I’m just getting old,” he said. “That there’s the only
answer.”
At four a.m., he prepared breakfast, ate, fed the dogs, and then the
hogs. By then it was half-past five. He tore down the gate and signaled the
dogs. They moved into the pen in the gloom of early morning and
separated the market pigs from the keepers, the two brood sows, and the
old boar, which would be the start for next year’s market-hogs.
leniency, but kept them all together, and nipped their heels each time they
Two hours and forty minutes later, they reached the town of Louvin.
Fifteen minutes after they reached Louvin with the hogs milling about in a
tight circle wary by now of the sharp teeth of the dogs, a crowd had
Pugh was a shrewd trader. He allowed none of the men to know how
much any of the others had offered, and always managed to get the best
price given. These men, townspeople as they were, had jobs in the mill in
town and didn’t have time to raise their own hog meat and relied on men
satisfied, and so too were the sellers. It looked to him like he wouldn’t
need to pay the barn a seller’s fee after all. This swelled him with delight.
Later, after all the picking and haggling was done, he found he had
received a fair supply of cash dollars, with only two offers of trade-work
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to be done in the spring when the mill shut down for machinery inspection
and repair, he felt he had done right well for himself. He now had hard
currency to go along with the lonely coin that the postal clerk paid him
for the postmark with that had taken up occupancy in his pants pocket
since last summer. He stalked down the street, looking in each shop
window to see what all they had added since his last trip to town. Seeing
little that was new and none he could afford to buy, he moved on to the
general store, stepped inside. Emma was well aware that the old man had
fetched in his pigs to market and had watched him sell them all, so she
today he would shed himself of the debt he owed her. Adam Pugh sorely
hated to be beholden to anyone. So, this lifted a heavy burden from his
soul. Emma drew forth the small record book she had written all his
purchases on for the last several months. She shuffled to the proper page,
tore it off, handed it over. Pugh looked it over, to be sure, for he had
learned that Emma sometimes fudged with her pencil. Although many
times he had had to correct her arithmetic when it was in her favor. Even
then she hated to admit she’d made a mistake since she had been a school
teacher before she got married. In the end, she always accepted that he
was right, and she was in the wrong. Her face always grew bright red
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supplies he needed for the winter. They would have to do him until next
spring because he didn’t like to go off to town in the short days of winter,
besides that the trail was oftentimes covered with snow, and this made it
hard traveling for his horses. It was a long cold four-hour journey, to town
As he was set to walk out the door, she questioned him about the
honey he always brought in for sale, for it was a big seller, “Where’s the
honey, Mr. Pugh. Already sell it? You know I always buy it from you.”
He waved his hand at her, and said, “Nah, I had no way to drive the
wagon and help the dogs with the herding, so I’ll have to bring it
He pushed out the door then and was ready to strike out for home.
He noticed that the same coin he had come to town with was all that
lonely in my pocket this winter, old man. I’d hoped you’d have a few
friends after today, but it wasn’t the case. Such is life. Such is life.”
It was less than an hour to dark, as he passed his hog pen. The old
boar set up a howl to beat all howls, for it was past his mealtime. Then,
He put away all his supplies and left the cabin in a rush, picked up
the coal oil lantern that hung on a peg in the barn. He fed the hogs by its
pale yellow light. The dogs were loyal and hung by his side all the while,
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and were fine company as always. There was still a good deal of grass
growing in the pasture so the horses strayed off from the barn when he
turned them loose. He fed his dogs and then trudged tiredly back to the
“There ain’t no rest for the working man,” he muttered and pushed
on inside. He picked up the table lamp, shook it, and found that it was
practically empty. He went to the cabinet took out the kerosine jug, filled
By the time, he finished his meal he felt so tired from the strenuous
walk, especially on the return trip because of the heavy pack he’d carried,
that he felt like going to bed without reading from the Psalm book, but his
taking the Lord’s name in vain and his conscience had teeth like those of a
rabid wolf.
shoved the pipe to the side, he doubted he could even make it to the small
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With the pigs gone now, except for the boar and the two sows, his chores
were shortened a bit, but he still arose at the same time and doubted he
could sleep much past his usual time even if he tried. He tended the
horses, checking their feet to see if they needed attention for they usually
spent hours on the gravel bar in the creek down where the water gathered
deeper than it was closer to the house and this sometimes wore their
hooves down a bit. They each had long toe growth so he took up the hoof
file and the knife and cut away the extra growth. He hated this duty
because it required a great amount of bending over, and this was hard on
his back. When he finally finished and raised up, it took him five minutes
to fully hold his back erect. But this was only old age he knew and fussed
Two weeks later, he still hadn’t had a visit from the large red fiend.
This didn’t allow him to relax, however, and wouldn’t until he was
Several days later, while in the barn tieing off sacks of cracked corn
he hoped to trade to the men in the area, for they sometimes weren’t
cautious with theirs and would come to him to see if he would sell them
some of his, he heard Melvin alert. Next, he heard the song of chains and
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Ben Loops pulled up close to the barn, halted the team, and stepped
to the ground.
ain’t got nowhere to go, Ben. Where’d you think I’d go off to, me a man
who works hard at what he owns and wants to keep on owning it?”
“Well, I feel some better,” Loops said and stepped inside the barn
with the older man. “It’d be a sorry mess to travel an hour one-way and
find you gone off somewhere’s.” Loops handed Pugh a package he held in
his hands. “Here, old-timer. Belle made you two loaves of bread.”
“Well, bless her good old heart. You tell her I’ll dance at her next
wedding.” Pugh laughed then and took up the bread and held it near as if
Well, we’ve all made our share of futile trips in the past a time or
two, Ben. But since I’m here, this is not the case now.
“What brings you away from the stove. A raw old day like it is? Or
did you just come to fetch the bread to this weary and hungry old man?”
you on something that’s been bothering me.” Ben Loops carried his rifle
in the crook of an arm. This was unusual for him. So, Pugh felt a bit of a
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“Having trouble, are you? Need some help, I’ll do it, whatever it is.
I ain’t busy at all since I herded them pigs off to town.” He didn’t dare
ask him the question he longed to. For he was not about to admit what
“Nah. It ain’t nothing like that. I saw something last week that got
my hackles up a bit. I was down by the creek seeing could I flush a covey
By now, Pugh knew exactly what Loops was going to tell him—
tracks?”
“Biggest danged tracks I ever did see. I ain’t got no idea what made
“No sir. Hell no. They were like the footprints of a giant human or
cold and almost hateful. “Damn it, Pugh, had I thought for a minute you’d
treat me like this I danged sure wouldn’t have come over here flapping my
lips this here way. I guess I’ll just get on back home. I ain’t never told
Belle about this here, but I guess now I’ll have to.” He turned about then
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and walked off toward his wagon, kicking dust up in anger. “I hope
well, let’s go to the house. We can go over this thing at the table. Might
be a bit warmer in there, and I can heat up the coffee from breakfast.”
Pugh led the way to the cabin. Behind him, Loops was still in a foul
Pugh heated the coffee from breakfast, and when it was hot, he
fetched Ben Loops a cup and carried one for himself. He slid Loops his
steaming cup toward him and sat down on the extra chair he dragged up to
the table. He then removed his jacket, looped it over the back of his chair,
“Look here, Ben,” Pugh said. “I’m right sorry I said that. I’d like to
Ben Loops blew on his coffee and stirred up a cloud of steam and
forced it up and away from the mouth of the cup. He sipped then.
“That there’s all, old-timer. I saw those tracks. Hell’s fire, that was
a big enough shock for me. I’m right frightened now. I got to get on back
home to Belle to make sure she’s still safe as soon as possible. Probably
shouldn’t have left her by herself to start with. But I had to consult
someone else. I was fixing to ask if you had seen anything like that. But,
since you scoffed at what I told you, I reckon I know your answer already.
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“There’s the sugar bowl there, Ben. If you use it in your coffee,”
Pugh said. He sipped his own coffee and leaned back in his chair, but he
Loops waved away the offer of sugar and drew on his coffee once
more. “Used to use it, but I’ve done without it so long by now, I lost the
A long silence spread around the table, but by and by, Pugh broke
the silence, “Remove your wrap, Ben. Keep it on inside and it’ll seem
twice as cold when you go back out. Loops took his advice and draped his
“Anyway, Ben, I have to admit that I have seen something here that
is mighty curious. Actually even worse than that.” He allowed his eyes to
travel around the room for a while putting off telling Loops about the
creature he had started thinking of as Big Red and his family. But in time,
he found nothing to delay him any longer. “I’ve seen the creature that
made them tracks you saw, Ben. Some reason I didn’t want to admit it.”
Loops settled his dark eyes on Pugh then and waited for him to
continue.
logs off the building to step through. That’s part of the work I had you
help me with when we made our swap. I had a large slab of hog meat, left
from last year’s butchering still hanging in there. That beast stole it right
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shot at it, and I think I hit it a bit. It slowed down some but didn’t stop.
The thing’s still alive and frisking about the woods getting into my stores
both elbows on the table. His cup of coffee steamed up between them and
into his face. “You ain’t joking me, Pugh? I wouldn’t stand for that.”
“No. There are other things I’d rather do than to lie to you, Ben. I
saw the creature and he’s big. In fact, he is over eight feet tall. And is
heavy to boot. That thing stole two of my fattening hogs and carried them
off. He didn’t return for a week, maybe more, after I shot him.”
“I didn’t see it, but he did the deed and later I tracked him. He
walked for a long spell carrying that hog and finally dropped it aground
and tore it apart and ate what I reckoned was the animal’s liver. I saw
small pieces of meat on the ground between his feet, where he squatted to
eat it. After this, he picked the creature up again and carried it off.”
By this time Loop’s coffee quit raising thick steam clouds as it had
earlier. His coffee was cooling. He studied Pugh intently, still not
convinced his neighbor was telling him the entire truth, the way it looked
“The very kind that made them tracks that you saw the other day.
That’s exactly the kind. You had enough or do you want to hear the rest.”
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female, and a youngster along with the big one. That youngster is big
“They came into my yard one night. Melvin and Baker started
sounding off and scooted back under the cabin like it was in the coldest
part of winter. They were scared nigh unto death. I tried my best to shut
them up but they kept it up. By and by, I peeked out the window.” Pugh
pointed to where he had boarded up the window to keep out the wind after
the beast had thrown a rock through it. It would be a while before he
“I looked out the window and saw them. Later, they stole five of my
jugs of honey. The big one, the one I took for a female, and the little one.
“You saying they did that after I helped you rob your bee boxes?”
“No sir. This was before that. So I didn’t lose any of the new honey.
I think there might be two jugs left out there. That’s the reason for so
much honey in here with me. Can’t walk for it, hardly.”
word.”
Pugh sighed then, sipped his coffee again, and found it was cooling
quickly. “For the same reason you held it in a week before telling anyone
what you saw, I reckon. You wouldn’t even tell Belle. I thought you’d
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laugh and tell me I was getting old and was seeing things. ‘Tis nobody
wants that, Ben, although it’s likely true that I am getting old. I admit
that.”
“You’re right there, Pugh.” Loops sipped his coffee again. “That’s
exactly what I figured you’d tell me when I came to you. Say I was seeing
spooks. Sure enough, that’s what you did say. But had I not seen those
large footprints I wouldn’t believe you right now. What you are saying is
Pugh continued. “At least one of them returned later on and stole
more honey.”
“This was later. I worried about my hogs and set him a trap.”
capture that thing. If it’s as big as you say, and I see no reason you’d lie.”
trap to catch the thing in. I was more or less mad and didn’t want him to
“I know. I know. Go on. I gotta get on back home before dark. Belle
“I took up some old scrap boards I had in the barn, and knocked
nails in them, carried them to the hogpen. I laid them upside down so the
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around my pen would likely step on at least one of them. And that was
from down in the pasture, it was. My herd dogs, set up yowling and
scratching at the door, like they do when it’s colder than they like, and
want to come inside. I stepped to the door and opened it and they rushed
beneath my feet so fast they almost knocked me down. They ran to the
back wall and sat there, shaking like they’d eaten a mess of peach seeds
and were trying their best to pass them. They were that frightened.
minutes later after the screaming lay, I got another shock. I heard
good, Ben.
“You don’t know the half of it, gent,” Pugh said. I fetched my gun
and sat back at the table. Then the next one struck the door, and this
continued three more times I think it was. Could have been more, but
three dents are still in my door on the outside. And three rocks lay there
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“I was so frightened, Ben, that I sat up all night at the table with my
rifle in my hands. Nothing more happened after that though, not that night
at least.
without my gun.” He pointed at Loops’ rifle that was upon the table to his
took off tracking it, and didn’t stop like I did the first time.
“I tracked it for over an hour, and finally figured I’d better get on
back home since I had work still to do. I was getting things wrapped up
hunch they travel a long way since they are so large and carry such long
strides when they walk. Sure couldn’t do it today. Not and get back so
be caught out in the woods after dark. Days are bad enough. We don’t
know what we’re up against, Ben Loops. No money could force me out
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Ben Loops pushed back in his chair. Put on his jacket, picked up his
rifle, and said, “No. Thanks, though. But I got to get home. See about my
“Well, listen here, think on a plan we might use to get the creatures
“Yes sir. I’ll do it. You think we better tell anyone else about this. I
Adam Pugh stood up, and followed Loops to the door, “I ain’t
Ben stepped out through the door and walked toward his wagon.
Pugh put on his coat, walked out, and shut the door behind him. He still
had chores to do, although they had been much reduced since he’d traded
away the bulk of his hog creatures. Chores are chores no matter what.
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Chapter Twenty-One
Two weeks passed. No sign of the creatures. Pugh began to relax a bit,
and once even walked halfway to the barn before he realized he hadn’t
brought his rifle with him. He turned about then and quick-footed back to
the cabin and fetched back his rife. He felt much better then.
“That big brute ain’t gone,” he said. “Not just yet he ain’t. He’ll be
back.”
corn to the hog pen and saw the footprints that belonged to the red beast a
attempted to assess their length by placing both hands down beside one of
the prints. He guessed that the length of both hands placed one after the
other as they were was likely over ten inches, maybe even more. The
prints overlapped that by plenty. He rose up then and followed the tracks
until they headed off into the woods. Right then, he had no desire to
follow them either. The snow was over the tops of his boots, and walking
in it caused his breath to exit his lungs and mouth in clouds of steam.
He walked back to the hog pen but saw no sign that the stranger had
from the creek and poured it in the trough. One bucket was enough for the
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residence in his woods. By the time, he finished eating and washed up the
plate and cup he’d used for his coffee, he decided that he would try to
He locked the dogs in the granary, left the yard, entered the woods,
and with a feeling of dread, followed the tracks. They led him from his
It was still fairly early yet, for he had eaten his dinner earlier than
usual, and he made good time since a child could track the beast—it
leaving such large prints behind. So, he made quick time of it or thought
he had. Much later he stopped on a hilltop and looked down at the river
flowing by far below. He was farther away from home than he thought.
come this far? Just intent on tracking the beast I suppose,” he said. And
walked on, following along the bluff that overlooked the river. He had no
desire to stumble off down the bluff to the river. But from this angle on
the ridgeline, he looked past a shoulder and saw the small caves in the
bluff and old sheltering places Indians likely used in the past.
Minutes later, he crossed the small stream again that ran through his
own property and stopped dead. He caught the odor of dead things. Things
that had decayed until all that was likely left now was the stench of it.
Just then he heard a sound ahead of him. He stopped and raised his
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falling into the snow. Carefully, he scanned the trees. Then he saw it, and
his breath caught in his chest. For in a tree twenty-five yards off or even
less, sat the juvenile creature upon a tree limb. Each small move it made
caused a flurry of tree bark to fall and strike the snow. This was the sound
that had alerted him. The juvenile sat on the limb and intently studied
He raised the rifle. Then he saw what the creature was watching and
waiting for and why it had taken to a tree limb. A small flock of turkeys
came scratching straight into the young beast’s ambush. In a few more
minutes the turkeys would be scratching directly below the limb where it
sat. The flock was busily scratching away in the snow and the leaves
below that to get to the acorns that lined the ground underneath the snow
bark, like a warning. He looked to the left where the sound originated and
could barely make out the image of the female blending perfectly into the
and their wings seeking escape sounded briefly like a large waterfall.
Snow fell in large flurries as the turkeys flew off, beating against the tree
He swung his rifle away from the child then and tried to take a sight
on the mother. He squeezed off a shot but was rushed. He missed, and
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suddenly the brush burst alive with activity. The undergrowth in which
she had been standing whipped savagely about as if a strong burst of wind
had rushed through the woods as she ran off, and stirred up large gouts of
snow as she ran. Pugh now recalled the child he had been watching. He
swung back then and after ejecting the spent shell casing, he sighted along
the barrel back to the limb the child had been sitting on. The child was
gone. He saw the whipping of the limbs of brush where the creature ran
through it, heading in the same direction the mother had taken.
The old man was shaking from adrenaline by now, and he lowered
the rifle, still standing there watching, and with the sound of the
retreating animals still tearing through the brush. He then heard a louder,
deeper sound. A barking sound that was like the one the mother had made,
but much stronger and with more authority, and he knew the male was
directing his family toward him. The sound raised the hackles on his neck
and his trembles continued. By the time Pugh was able to move again, the
sounds of the retreat had long since faded. All that was left now was the
slight ruffle of the wind. No sound sprang from the trees. No bird sound.
Nothing.
He scanned the area beneath the tree where the youngster had sat in
wait for the turkeys to reach him. The snow below the tree was torn up by
the feet of the turkeys as they’d struggled to find enough solid ground on
which to launch their flight. He saw where the youth had climbed up the
tree, and then later, where he had leaped to the ground several yards
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deeper into the brush when its mother had warned him that he was in
danger.
Soon, he found the spot where the mother had stood and warned her
child. Pugh looked for blood but found none. He had missed the female
He trudged through the snow toward where he had heard the male
sound off. After ten minutes, perhaps less, he finally found the spot. He
saw where the large beast had stood and called to his family to join him.
Several yards from this spot he found their lair, where they had taken up
quarters. They had made a bed on the ground from what looked to him like
small boughs of cedar limbs. The cedar limbs were covered by the pelts of
several deer. The bed lay within the small limits of a primitive structure
of small trees. The beasts had made their shelter by weaving small limbs
well as sleep in during cold and damp weather. The old man was amazed
looked at the ceiling and could see no light penetrating the weave—none
at all. The place looked to be leakproof and for this reason, they hadn’t
bothered to cover the roof with animal hides. He reared upright from
where he’d stooped to inspect the shelter and turned away from it. He saw
many animal bones scattered about the area as if they merely tossed them
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aside when they had stripped the meat from them. Many deer hides lay
about on the ground as well as other bones, some were of the wild animals
they had killed, but he also saw hog bones lying about. By and by he
found the shattered remnants of his honey jugs. He held his rifle in one
hand his nose in the other, to block out the heavy stench that seemed to
rise from the ground like smoke that surrounded him tightly, and which he
couldn’t escape. He continued searching the area as well but was aware
that darkness would soon set in. He had spent a good deal of time tracking
indention in the ground where the leaves had been compressed tightly into
an outside bed. The bed or nest was too small to sleep one of the adults,
“Might be the little one is in trouble of some kind with its parents.
know that the youth was slowly being ejected from the family and this was
He walked all the way around the shelter, which was perhaps twenty
were here?”
campsite as he was doing would say anything positive about it all. At least
he had admired the tightly woven limbs that made up the fundamental
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principles of the structure and protected the beasts from the elements as
they slept.
The stench of the place nearly caused him to lose his dinner and
breakfast as well, even though he still held his nose to block the foul
the woods before dark. He took off walking fast in the snow, steam
bursting from his mouth and nose, and his wind coming and going from
his lungs in rushes caused by his deep fear at, least some of it was. The
He finally broke free of the woods, about half a mile from his cabin.
He passed by the hog pen still with the feeding ahead. They saw him and
the boar ran up to the edge of the surround that kept him in place and
He reached the barn, opened the granary door, and was met by
Melvin and Baker coming in a rush and yipping loudly their relief from
being restricted in the crib for so long. They jumped up on his legs, one
on a side, and yipped their heads off. He petted them, and this settled
them down. He found his feed bucket, filled it with corn, and left the
barn. Outside on the trip to the hog pen, the dogs were scampering about
in the snow, rooting in it with their nose, and yipping away like storybook
Indians.
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The old man was forced to stop half-way to the pen to rest. He
feed the hogs and to walk back to the cabin. Snow fell again from the sky
just at dark. He saw his breath rising upward to meet the falling flakes,
and finally found the courage to stand up and take up his burden. He felt
great relief when he emptied the bucket into the trough and scarcely heard
the hogs screaming as the two sows fought for dominance over the corn
even though he had scattered it about evenly in the trough, but they stayed
He walked slowly back to the barn, put the bucket in the granary,
and fed the dogs from their separate mix he mixed up from mostly corn
that had fallen to the floor and with ground-up corn cobs that he also
mixed up with it to make the stuff go farther. He always had a few table
scraps left over from his daily meals and would save them up until he had
enough to feed them this as well, although he had none with him now.
He managed to reach the cabin, entered, and lay his rifle on the
table, pulled up his chair, and sat down. He felt so tired and used up he
bent his head to his chest and heavy tears ran down his face from the
actual pain of it, although he choked back any sound. It was completely
dark inside his cabin, snow outside fell in large swirls as the wind shoved
them about the yard. He figured he was safe now and hoped that soon his
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By and by, he leaned across the table, slid up the lamp, removed the
chimney, struck a match, and lit it. He leaned back again then and the
shadows on the wall were his only company and comfort, and just now he
After a rest of ten minutes, he slapped his knees and stood up. He
He fried up three times the bacon he usually did, thinking the dogs
would enjoy it too, and reheated the coffee. He finally made his sandwich
with a large heaping of bacon. He placed the plate on the table, sliced up
two more pieces of the bread that Belle Loops had sent him, went to the
stove, returned, and then poured the bacon grease that was still warm from
the stove onto the bread, making sure the thick slices of bacon he would
feed to the dogs didn’t fall from the skillet. He ate then and savored the
chomping now and again on his bacon sandwich, and sipping on occasion
was late for him to sleep. He felt so refreshed from his sleep that he
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Later with the morning chores all done, he called in the dogs for his
about the beasts and probably should have cherished the peace of solitude.
Melvin and Baker frolicked about him for a time, while he scratched
them on the neck, behind their ears, and eventually they had enough
loving and curled up by the stove where there was still considerable heat
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Chapter Twenty-Two
The beasts watched from hiding until the human left his nest. The big
male walked around seeing where the man had spent time there. These
humans were small, but they all carried sticks with them that shot some
sort of missile from it. The sound the sticks made was loud, and the
missiles stung his skin. But the pain they issued was not really that
hurtful. Some insects had stung him with a more powerful bite.
the skins he and his mate used to sleep on, and in exceptionally cold
weather, used them to cover up with. He rose then and gathered up several
more of the skins from where they lay scattered about on the ground. He
didn’t utter a sound but turned and left camp. The female and child
followed. He didn’t stop until they reached a small, faint path on a ledge
that led around the top of the river bluff. In time the path fell downward,
and he took it. After sixty feet or so, the path curved to the north, and the
family continued up it, alongside the tall bluff. By and by, the path led up
again and he followed it to where it leveled off and ran flat but narrow
along the bluff. Eventually, he reached the mouth of a small cave—a small
shelter, really. It was about thirty feet deep, ten feet high, and probably
He spread out the furs, removed some small rocks that would be
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The female carried in her load as well—a large side of the latest
deer the male had killed. She sat down on the bed, and the male did as
well, and even motioned for the child to come and sit alongside him. They
ate then of the deer meat, while the light of day faded outside until the
only light they saw was that on the treetops growing nearest to the shelter
The female was puzzled to learn that the male still wanted to remain
in the area after what had taken place today. The child was still alive only
because she saw the man lift the stick and ready it to harm the child and
had warned him. She would have thought her mate would have taken them
farther away from the human. She had set her mind to walk all night again
in their usual routine of travel. But this hadn’t happened. She had a longer
span of attention than the male, but it was but a short time later that she
had nearly forgotten the incident of danger today. She would recall it all
The male never did as she thought was wise, however, and she soon
gave up thinking anything at all and allowed her mind to go blank. They
ate the remainder of the deer meat, tossed aside the bones, and lay down
The next day, the big red beast motioned for the child to follow
him, and they left the shelter with the female watching their departure.
They gained the top of the tall bluff, left the trail, and entered the
woods. They walked less than half a mile with the cold wind from the
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north blowing in their faces and then stopped. The big male sniffed the air
blowing straight at him, then with no scent of food in the wind, they
walked on.
The child stepped in his sire’s footsteps all the time, knowing he
would stay behind until the male barked another command that ordered
him forward. Neither one of the animals felt much of the cold wind
because of their heavy coats of hair, except for what touched their
disturbingly human-like faces. But that skin as well, was inured to their
cruel life.
In the next five miles, they stopped several times. The big male
sniffed the air for food. The child relaxed alone with his sire for the first
time in his life. He knew the big creature had some plan in mind for him.
A short time later, the male, stopped again. He stiffened his body as
rigidly as a mass of limestone from the river bluffs. The child too held
himself rigid and still. He didn’t even move his flat nose, but in time, he
caught the scent of meat himself, and would not have moved unless his
Minutes following this the sire, motioned the child to lie down. The
sire then covered him with snow and leaves. He then made a sign for the
boy to stay put and walked on. He left the boy behind with a warning look
from his eyes. He meant for the child to stay put with no exceptions. He
walked on for another mile or so, stopped then and sat down, and waited.
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The child had grown this past summer, by at least ten inches and
had put on close to one hundred pounds. He would soon be grown. The
two grown-ups would leave him then, he knew but had no idea why he
know the answers to anything but just accepted what came their way by
instinct.
The male scented the air again. A deer headed straight for him as if
the wind forced it along. He would wound this one. Let it hobble off
toward the son. The boy would need to do the rest. If he succeeded that
was great, if not, he would track the wounded deer down again and give
his child another chance to kill it. He needed to learn to feed himself.
Minutes later, he watched the deer come straight on toward its fate,
one that had been decided on the day it was born. He heard a jay then. It
cut off its chatter in a choked voice. The big male knew for sure when the
deer would arrive then. He lay tighter behind an oak tree that was still
intermittent gusts of wind. The leaves had clung to the stems tightly all
summer long, now was their time to fall. He saw the deer, a dark form that
blended in with the shadows. It minced on and stopped fifty yards above
where the death lay that awaited it. Having sniffed no scent of danger, it
walked on. The big red animal supposed the creature was headed to the
river to drink. Although the ground was snow-covered and in hard times it
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could eat it for hydration, but since this was not yet the hardest part of
The red creature felt his body turn nearly to stone. His breath
stopped, and his every sense of survival came into play. The hackles on its
neck stiffened as well, even though there was little to fear from a helpless
animal such as the deer. It was now twenty yards away, then fifteen, and
when it came within twenty feet of his death, it stopped so fast that its
knees, then regained its footing again, and put its feet firmly beneath it,
and whirled about with its front hooves in the air as it twirled about. Its
rear legs kicked hard against the ground, found solid footing, and tore on
back up the way it came in a desperate race to outrun its fate. The beast
as was his usual method, the beast caught up one of the deer’s hind legs
and twisted. He heard the bone snap loudly in the relative quiet of the
woods. He dragged the bleating deer around until it was headed once more
downhill toward the river. He turned it loose then and watched it hobble
off on three legs with the rear leg on its left side swinging pitifully away
from the break there. The child lay in wait far below.
again and this time, killed it outright, feasted on the liver, then slung the
carcass over his shoulder and walked back downhill. He now had two deer
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to feast on that would likely prevent him from hunting for several more
days.
The child heard the racket of the hobbling deer. It made much noise
because of its broken hind leg, as he dragged it along, scattering snow and
stones that lay below the snow. He tensed and allowed instinct to rule his
mind. The deer ran on, straight into the trap. The child sprang from the
ground scattering leaves, stones, and snow like the sudden flight of an
enormous covey of quail. He leaped onto the back of the hapless animal
and rode it down. It skidded on its nose in the snow. The animal bleated
pitifully with its last breath. The juvenile struck it three blows of fist, and
eventually, the creature died with a sigh and a sudden involuntary shudder
of its body.
The child was not yet savvy enough to break the rib cage of its prey
and take the hunter’s choice of meat and sweetbreads. It would not take
long however perhaps two more kills and he too would learn this.
perhaps a mile that way, grew tired, dropped his burden, then took hold of
one of its legs and dragged it on down toward the new shelter of his
parents.
Ten minutes before he reached the path that led down to the new
shelter, his father overtook him, walking swiftly with the deer on a
shoulder. He felt something swell inside him but had no idea that it was
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In time, he reached the ledge path and wound about the limestone
interior. His sire sat in the rear upon the bedding. He did not even
acknowledge the child with the deer. The mother, though, watched as he
allowed the carcass to fall to the floor of the shelter. Perhaps she would
have felt pride at her child’s ability to fend for itself, but more probably
she would’ve been relieved that he would soon leave them. Perhaps by
spring, it would be time to run off the youngster. This was her duty. By
this time next year, this youngster in their shelter now would be a fading
memory.
The juvenile stripped the hide from the deer, but before he could do
any more than this his father arose and took command of the animal. He
was still the dictator of food and would give the boy enough to keep it
growing, nothing more. Children were constantly hungry, and the red
That evening the red beast left the shelter. The boy attempted to
follow him, but the bigger creature chased him away by the issuance of
several loud threatening barks. He turned then and the adult watched him
until he climbed back up and into the shelter. He required no help in what
he was going to do. The juvenile would merely get in his way as he had
been since he had learned to walk. When the child disappeared into the
shelter, the grown animal turned his attention back to the path and started
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walking in long strides, going quickly. It would take him more time to
reach the human’s cabin now that they had been forced to move farther
away. He had fed on the deer before leaving and would require nothing
long. He rushed along until he reached his old campsite and slowed down
as he stepped carefully around the broken bones and around the broken
pottery of the jugs that had held the honey. He scanned the ground about
the old shelter he had erected for anything of value they might have
camp area, he increased his speed, and soon broke from the woods close to
the hogpen The hogs were not on his schedule this time, however, and he
passed by the pen and headed toward the cabin. The tiny creatures that
and snarling. They posed no real danger to him, however, and he would
merely ignore them as always. In the past, a pair of these creatures had
tried to attack him. They had been bigger ones than these puny creatures
that lived with the human though. He had killed both with a mere slap.
With the fall of darkness, the temperature fell also, and it was much
colder now. The wind blew harder from the north and whistled through the
long hair on his head. The cold was still no problem for him. He felt
plenty warm in his red coat of fur. He saw the light seeping from the
cracks where he had thrown a rock through the wall sometime back. Just
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Pugh heard his dogs. They created an immense racket but eventually
scampered onto the porch. Soon he heard them scratching at the door. He
picked up his rifle, walked to it. He opened it with one hand, with his rifle
impressive leap for such a small dog. But Melvin had turned his back to
Pugh reached out and caught him up by his scruff, yanked him off
his feet, and into the house in one swift motion. He heard Melvin’s
skittering feet on the wooden floor as he rushed toward the back wall. He
stepped out onto the small porch and unable to see anything because of the
lamplight from the cabin, he reached back and pulled the door shut. He
stood there for several moments waiting for his eyes to adjust. But then,
he heard the whish of a rock that struck the cabin wall with a loud thump
“If I could see you you bully bastard, I’d fix it so you wouldn’t
come around bothering a man. Now get the hell on out of here if you know
what’s good for you. Hie on now, while you still can.”
Another rock struck and this time it narrowly missed his head. The
stone bounced back and struck Pugh between his shoulder blades. A dull
pain fired up back there, and he felt it strongly this time. He reached
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behind him, found the door latch, tripped it, and backed inside. He fired
off a round, jacked out the spent cartridge case, and fired off another one.
He shut the door then, placed the rifle against the wall, found the bar, and
barred the door. He recovered his rifle, jacked out the spent cartridge
casing, reloaded the rifle, and stepped across to the table, snuffed out the
lamp, and moved back to the stove. It still fired heat, although it pinged
loudly as it cooled down. He lifted the lid, added more wood, then
replaced it and sat down with the dogs at the side of the stove.
The two border collies crawled up closer to him and he heard them
shaking in fear. He scratched Melvin behind the ears, then did the same
for Baker. Finally, after no further threats came from outside, both dogs
stopped shaking.
“Why don’t that beast come around in the daytime. I’d fix him right
proper if he did.” He shut his mouth then and tried to think of some
protection he had with him in the cabin other than his rifle, but after
several minutes of thought, he realized that the rifle was it, and would
have to do. “This here’s enough, I-golly, if I can just get a clear shot at
him.”
thought them to be gorillas once, but he knew that there were no such
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Never in his lifetime had he heard of such beasts. Not from his
father or any other kin. There had been wildcat creatures and bear too
when he lived in East Tennesse as a child. They were fearful enough, but
Another rock struck the door then, and he quit thinking, raised the
Winchester, and stiffened. He was sure that any second the thing would
“Dammit. I hope I get a shot at him. I sure don’t want him to get my
dogs. He’ll take me first, but then he’ll kill my dogs. I don’t want that.
They are good creatures and earn their keep. I would hate it if they got
The noise of the stones striking the door, as well as the nervous
voice of the old man, struck up fear in the two dogs and they started
him, bent then, and whispered close to the dog’s ear. Finally, Baker’s fear
It fell quiet within the cabin, and Pugh relaxed. He wondered if the
red beast had left. He had started calling him Big Red in his mind He had
no idea why, and there was no way for him to even guess. Why would it
come and rock his house a few times like this and just up and leave? That
made no sense. But wild things, he decided, never made a whole lot of
sense to humans. Even though some men studied them and learned their
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“Has the left yet, Melvin, you reckon?” he said. Just then the beast
screamed right outside the door. Pugh raised the rifle again, tightened his
finger-grip on the trigger. The old man intended to shoot through the door.
He decided against doing this, however. He figured that the door would be
weakened if he took to shooting through it. And once started how would
would stop when it was empty. Even then, if he could, he would reload.
“I just hope big red devil don’t tear the door down and come
wondered then if he was losing his mind. “Is this here really happening to
imagining things. They were frightened nigh onto death as well. It was
Half an hour later the dogs calmed down and fell asleep. Pugh
“Maybe they are just worn out from fear,” he said, and just then the
loud thump of stones struck the roof. Again, and again, stones struck
above. It sounded as if the sky had opened and dropped stones down on
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his rooftop from high above. “Dammit. That’ll tear off my shingles if he
Melvin and Baker jumped to their feet and right away fell down and
started attempting to scoot beneath the stove. There was not room enough
under the range to allow them to do so, however, and soon he heard them
beneath it.
“Stop it,” he commanded. But now they had found something to fear
greater than was their master’s harsh voice. They continued scratching at
But they continued to scratch away. He had his fill of this though.
He reached out and cuffed the nearest one, but still, the poor frightened
dog continued to scratch the wood. They stopped once, and tried again to
scoot beneath the stove again, but still unable to they rose again and
The rocks stopped raining down on the rooftop, by and by, and the
silence that followed frightened the old man nearly as much as had the
A few minutes after this the rain of stones ceased, and the dogs
“My word on high,” Pugh said. “I’m so glad that you gents decided
to stop that foolishness. I was about to toss you outside with the beast.”
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Both dogs came to him and attempted to sit on his lap, but he
pushed them off. With both of them there, he would have little room to
raise his rifle if the red creature decided to come inside with them.
He wondered then as he sat there huddled with the dogs, just what
had fired the creature up. All he could think of was the nail he had
recalled seeing his father take a strap to one of the dogs that would not
heed him, and an hour after administering the beating the same animal was
jumping up on his legs again to be praised and petted. It had forgotten its
and I stepped in it. But hell, this ain’t no human. At least I hope it ain’t.
These here strangers ain’t no kind of human. I know so. God wouldn’t
Hearing its name called, Melvin slapped its tail against the floorboards.
A short time later large thumping sounds erupted and jarred the
south wall of his cabin. He wondered now if the beast was going to tear
down the wall. The cabin wall was made from much stronger and heavier
oak timbers that were much larger than those he had built the barn and
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both dogs back stood up, and walked to the wall where the beast was still
He called out in his loudest voice, “You ain’t going to tear down
that wall, you infernal creature. No matter how big and ugly you are.” The
“Surely he can’t tear it down,” he said. His voice shook now and
had lost some of its confidence. He merely spoke his own wishes aloud.
Later, the animal gave up on the wall. Pugh sighed heavily in relief. Right
away the sound of rocks striking the roof sounded like doomsday or
Pugh’s idea of how it might sound. He heard the dismal sound of his
shingles above his head cracking and giving away in small bits at a time.
stones it would shred the shingles, and afterward, the roof would give
“What can I do? How can I get a decent shot at that damnable thing
beast had broken the windowpane. He realized then that the animal wasn’t
as smart as he thought at first. If so, it would have already torn off his
flimsy repair job. He decided that if worse came to worst, he would kick
out the boards covering it and fire outside at where he guessed the
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“That ain’t much,” he muttered but it’s about all I can think of.”
shoot it down and kill it or to wound it enough that it took to the forest.
had been raining in great quantities then ceased all at once. A foreign
Still sitting with the dogs alongside the kitchen range, Pugh looked
Directly, the dogs got up and walked to the door. Pugh wondered
what would happen next. He too got to his feet, still with his gun in hand,
and walked to the door as well. He opened it just a bit to see if the beast
might still be lurking someplace outside just waiting for Pugh to take the
bait. At least, he thought this the case. He was not quite ready to swallow
He made breakfast, extra bacon for the dogs. And his rifle lay
across his lap as he ate. He wondered all the while if the creature had
faded back into the woods. He still had the hogs to feed, if they were still
down there, and he feared that they wouldn’t be. If the creature had the
mental capacity to carry a grudge and to act on it, he might come back at
any moment.
“Well, I’m not the worst shot in the world,” he mumbled around his
bacon and bread. “I suppose I’ll have a fair chance at killing it if I see it
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Nothing was certain in this world the old man knew, but he would
take his chances. What else could he do? His chances were much better in
the daylight hours, and that was for sure. Last night he had been a victim
of the darkness as well as of the wily beast that had attacked his cabin,
After eating, and washing the few dishes he had dirtied, he took his
rifle, and the dogs and stepped outside into a sunny day. The snow had
although snow clung to the trees, especially the cedars, which were in
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Pugh saw enough stones scattered about his yard that he could’ve built a
small stone wall with them if he’d had a mind to. The roof was also
covered with them, at least on this side. Some of them had fallen back to
the ground along with the snow that had been jarred loose by the thrown
“That bully bastard has created a good deal of work for me,” he
said. “Lord, it’ll take some time just to rid the area of all the stones.”
Feeding the hogs was though. He went to the granary filled the bucket and
trudged off down to the hogpen, with fear still hugging his heart in a tight
clutch. He looked back from time to time as he walked. He feared the hogs
But before he reached the pen, he heard the animals squealing their
heads off. The old man smiled at his good fortune. The hogs were out in
the open where they could be attacked as easily as children. Maybe even
easier than children, at least children had enough good sense to run from
danger. After feeding and watering the noisy beasts, he walked back
toward the cabin with the dogs still too afraid to venture far from his side.
window or where the window had been, that is. He finished the outside
work on the window, carried healthy lumber inside. and fortified the
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“This might not keep him out,” he muttered to the dogs at his feet,
“but it’ll make me feel some better and will take him much longer to get
inside.”
He finished the window repairs and moved on to the door. The door
was built from heavy wood, much heavier than needed because he had an
excess of this type of lumber in the barn and had used it to build the
heavy door. But now, he decided it needed more muscle and lined the
inside of the door. Afterward, he did the same for the outside of the door.
He was in dire need of safety and he added the heavier timber to ease his
fear.
After the noon meal, he called up the horses, rigged them for the
wagon, then hitched them up. Finished, he drove the team and wagon
outside and up to the cabin where the rocks were strewn about like a
The sun shone down on him as he worked and soon, he peeled off
his coat and placed it across the wagon’s sideboard closest to him. He
then picked up his rifle from where he had leaned it against a wagon
wheel then placed it atop his coat, then fell back into a steady rhythm of
work. A rhythm that once reached, felt good to old Pugh, which caused
him satisfaction with the number of rocks he had already pitched into the
bed of the wagon. He worked on as the sun leaned toward the west and as
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decent load on. He drove to the creek then and tossed the stones into the
was nearly dark and that he must feed the hogs, and give the horses their
share of oats as their pay for the faithful job of work they had done on
this sunny but cold day. The falling sun now cast an orange glow above
see the final descent because of the woods in that direction, but the orange
glow was proof enough for him that he decided to finish up with this load
As he drove the team to the barn to store away the wagon as well as
the leatherwork, and chains necessary to hitch the animals to the wagon,
he noticed that there was still a small load of stones still scattered in the
“That fearful beast will keep us all busy,” he muttered to the dogs.
“He returns tonight and fills the yard with stones again. We’ll have a
Melvin and Baker bent their ears toward his voice every time he
spoke. They were his only audience of course and all the prevented him
from thinking he was talking to himself, which would not sit right with
him.
After stalling the team, for he would need them again tomorrow, he
dipped up a scoop of oats for each of them. After this, he filled his bucket
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with corn and carried it down to the hogs. They met him with an
“At times I think them blamed hogs own me, Melvin.” He said. The
small black and white dog Melvin switched the old man’s pants leg with
his tail when old Pugh pronounce his name. “Curse me for a bully liar if I
don’t.” He chuckled then, but briefly, for his bones were aching from all
He put away the bucket, closed the granary door, and walked to the
cabin. This time, he didn’t even consider if he should allow the dogs
inside. They were already waiting for him to open the door, and when he
did so, they rushed inside as if the cabin belonged to them. They were still
frightened from last night’s ordeal, and Pugh had no intention of turning
them out. Even though they would be safer far back under the cabin than
inside with him. He figured they needed his company as much as he did
theirs. He shut the door behind him, and when it shut it sounded different
than usual. It had a much heavier sound now and this caused him to smile
“We did a jolly good job, boys,” he said. He walked to the range,
added wood to it, filled the coffeepot with water, set it on top, and walked
to his chair, removed his coat, and hung it over the back of the chair.
full well that his companions would eat until they fell down if he fed them
enough. He carried the plate of bacon heaped high to the table, set it
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down, and pointed his finger at both dogs in a strict command for them to
keep out of the grub until he was ready to dole it out. He lit the table
lamp, and took up the coffeepot, with the water, boiling by now in a heavy
roll, took up a heavy enameled cup, and carried it all to the table. In times
of cold weather such as today, Pugh drank hot water, in place of coffee,
and this warmed him even more. He ate his bacon and Belle Loops’ bread.
the dogs when he or they made a move. It was time, he lifted the heavy
bible, torn in places, the leather bindings crumbling from years of use,
He read a few extra passages tonight to make up for the short shrift
he had given his readings before. He always slept much better after
reading his bible, and if the extra passages were an indicator, he would
In due course, he shoved back the bible, packed his pipe, lit it,
leaned back against the backrest, and smoked and enjoyed the peace and
quiet, with the only sound so far, the gentle snoring of his dogs lying by
the stove, which pinged in a steady climb and in a joyful voice as it grew
warmer.
Later, he shoved back his chair, stood up, checked, and made sure
the bar was in its proper position within the iron loops embedded deeply
into the heavy timber of the doorframe. It was nearly time for bed. He was
tired from his ordeal of the night before because he’d scarcely gotten a
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nap let alone a good sleep. His bones still ached from his daytime work.
He needed a good long rest to heal what ailed him. He walked to where he
had fortified the window. The job he had done he felt was adequate, but it
needed even more work. He did not feel completely at ease with what he
had done to reinforce it. He bowed his head and prayed aloud.
of my heart for the generous safety You gave me and the animals in my
care from last night’s evil that assailed this cabin, Lord. I also ask that
You look over me and my house tonight for there is an unholy presence at
Lord, but tonight I fear I will be set upon by outside dark forces and I
often fear I’m not man enough to turn aside all-out assaults on this house
“I humbly ask this in Your name and thank You for all the blessings
You’ve given me in my lifetime. Please care for my dead wife, and the
Thinking of his wife and the dead baby girl that had died from
smallpox shortly after birth forced tears to run down his face.
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He lifted his head off his chest, and just as he did so he heard the sound of
an enormous blow strike the door. The sleeping dogs leaped up as if their
leg muscles were made of springs. They ran in short circles and then up to
Pugh.
the table and drew the lamp to him, and blew it out.
The dogs whimpered as if they were pups instead of the four and
He felt like whimpering himself. He had truly been shocked that the
beast had returned this soon. He now figured the only thing that would
prevent his coming around in the future was for him to put some lead in
his heart.
his feet, stalked to the door, and fixed his mouth to issue a further
warning, but just as he did so, another blast upon the door, forced him to
He had asked God for his protection, and by and by he relaxed and
decided that it was in His hands now. His decision would be His choice
and more praying for help would be redundant. Behind him, the dogs
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whimpered even louder. He felt sorry for them but was unable to do much
“Hush boys, you’ll be all right. Don’t worry.” But his hopes were
dashed for the sound of his voice seemed to excite them even more.
More stones bounced off the door, and he stopped counting after he
heard six of them bounce off and strike some of the stones that were
After ten more minutes of this, the ruckus fell silent. He wondered
what was next. Right away he heard stones strike the roof on the opposite
side of the cabin. This continued for so long that he felt like slapping his
palms across his ears to block out the sound. He didn’t though, fearing
that if he didn’t hear the stones striking, he wouldn’t know for sure just
where the big red devil was located, and he needed to know this to prepare
himself in case the beast forced its way inside with him in a surprise.
rung to announce that now was the time to halt all outside activities. This
he didn’t believe, however, and stood in the center of the room, rifle
raised and ready. After a few minutes of silence, the dogs came to him and
rewarded by a tail slap on his pants legs. The dogs were calming down.
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“Well, he’s likely done enough damage for one night,” the old man
said. “He can take the rest of the night off if he’s of a mind to. That’ll be
Pugh felt good that he could at least still joke where there was little
to joke about. “I fear though that he will soon be back. I’ll be ready for
you, you runagate. Be ready,” he called out this last toward the door.
He added wood to the fire and sat again at the table with every
muscle in his body heavy with the fatigue of holding his muscles tense for
so long. His nerves were shattered from such tension. The attack had
taken place probably around five- o'clock and had just ceased at midnight.
Seven hours under siege was a long time to hold every muscle tense.
Nothing. The old man sighed in relief and felt his tension melt away. But
earlier then scrambled up to Baker who was scooted as close to the stove
Both dogs snarled occasionally but then they fell silent, and as they
Pugh was still working on last year's meat, but it was rancid and he
had almost decided to consume it first before he ate the fresh-killed pig
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meat first. It would be a long winter if he had no bacon. Rancid meat was
“Bread and coffee ain’t much. In fact, it’s poor bull if you ask me.
Besides that, the two loaves that Belle Loops gave me will soon be gone.”
He heard the tails of the two dogs beat on the floorboard in answer
to his voice. This caused a warm swelling sensation to fill his chest. He
He placed the rifle across his lap, leaned back in the stiff, upright
He sprang from the table, raised the rifle, fearing another attack.
The dogs leaped up as well, but they were shaking their tails in friendly
response to his sudden action. He had been asleep without knowing it. He
usually had a slight warning before dropping off. This time it hadn’t
come. He finally saw daylight entering the room through the small cracks
in the work he had done to the window. He figured it was good that he had
turned off the lights last night. The light seepage would have given away
the fact that the window was a weak spot. He placed his rifle on the table.
Now that daylight had broken, he felt much safer, for he could now see
“I’ll fix the cracks today,” he said, went to the stove, and cooked up
breakfast.
After eating, he took his weapon, and the dogs and stepped outside
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at the wall on the south side of the barn where the beast had entered the
The wall had a large rent in it, and he walked up alongside the
fallen wall, stepping over the logs that were scattered about on the
He staggered backward, nearly fell over the dogs that by now were
snarling low in their chests at the heavy odor of the accursed monster. He
recovered and took a closer look inside. But his first look should have
The beast had stolen both sides of his fresh ham supply, and all that
was left now of his store of meat was one side of old bacon. The red beast
stealing this old bacon side.” He felt a mild relief from uttering those
He now had the wall to repair, which would take several hours. But
deciding that he would just leave it be until he cleared his yard of stones
would quit picking them up again until he killed the beast or until it killed
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He fed the hogs, returned, harnessed and hooked the team to the
wagon, and worked steadily until noon. He took a break then to eat and
got back after it as soon as he was done eating. Snow from the last storm
still covered the ground and this made his feet cold from treading in it all
day long. As the night neared, he put up the wagon, the harness in the tack
room, and still with work to do the next day, he put the horses up and fed
Finished now with all his chores, he grew tired again. Too tired he
knew, for he once could work hard all day, and still be fairly fresh when
“Just getting old,” he said. “Just getting old. Well, I had plenty of
warnings things would come to this pass. Old men told me all this when I
was still able to leap up and over a four-rail fence. I didn’t believe them
He sat at the table after supper, and by the lamplight, he read from
the book of Psalms. But he nodded off several times while reading. He
decided to give it up for the night and packed his pipe. After he smoked a
pipeful, he felt somewhat better and a bit refreshed. He decided that it was
likely sinful to give up on reading the Psalms but to go ahead and smoke
instead.
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He hadn’t yet asked for forgiveness but felt a sudden pain of regret
in his chest for not doing so. The pain in his chest continued and finally,
my duty to you, and smoked when I should have read my Psalm book.”
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After raiding the smokehouse, the red beast carried off his prizes of two
sides of pork, one slung over each shoulder. He hadn’t been hungry since
he and the child had taken two deer recently and they still had some of it
He reached the family’s new camp in the shelter on the bluff above
the river. He walked inside and dropped his load to the floor. He then took
to his bed. His mate rose when he dropped the food on the floor, took it,
and placed it farther at the back of the shelter against the rear wall.
He rose sometime after daylight and looked around. The child was
His mate pointed to the outside. But there was no way for him to know
He felt tired by all his activities from the evening before. He lay
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The juvenile was out hunting. Since he had learned some of how it was
done, he felt a rise of pride for his new-found skill. Even though he
lacked his sire’s permission, he felt entitled ever since his father had
given his permission earlier and had taught him how it was done.
He walked a few miles away from the bluffs and searched for a deer
trail he could still-hunt on. He waited in the cold in a relaxed lean against
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a large hickory tree. He felt more at ease now that he was free of his sire
and didn’t have to be forever on his toes to avoid a cuff from the large
adult. He had instinctively taken an uphill route away from the shelter, by
observing his parent that the return trip, if he had a deer on his shoulder
blowing into his face. He rested beneath the limbs of the hickory and
watched squirrels scampering up and down the tree with hickory nuts
tucked safely inside their pouches. Not long ago, he would have been
satisfied to kill a few of the little creatures and proudly carry them to his
mother, but not today. He was after a much larger game. Since he had
learned that he possessed the ability to kill larger animals he would settle
for nothing less unless that was all he could locate. The larger game
would take much longer to consume. The youth soon grew weary of the
seeing a deer bearing down the trail he was hunting on, he made ready to
pounce. The large male deer, heavily antlered, came toward him in the
usual mincing pace of its kind. But as it neared the hickory tree that the
youth sat beneath, it stopped and froze up. One moment full of activity,
the next frozen solidly in place, like a small frozen waterfall in the
The youth held his breath waiting for the proper second to pounce.
The deer suddenly shied to the left, spun about, and was in full flight in a
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couple strong bounds. The youth left his place of ambush and going full-
out managed to catch the fleeing animal by its hindquarters, and slid in
the snow as he came to an abrupt stop, still with the deer in his grasp.
The deer swung on his captor, but with only half of its body, and
hooked at the youth with its rack. It missed him the first two attempts but
succeeded on the third try. At first, the youth felt little pain but lost his
balance dropped his arm to break his fall. He lost half of the control he’d
held over the creature’s hindquarters, although he still clung tightly to the
opposite leg. The deer’s eyes widened as wide as possible and made
On its third attempt to gore the youth it succeeded once more and
connected solidly with the full force of the frantic thrusting of its antlers.
The youth met the jar of the deer’s antlers and felt no pain. Again the deer
circles with its feet digging through the snow to reach the solid earth
below.
At last, the deer found good purchase and rushed forward toward the
beast that was preventing it from escaping and did this with all the
strength of its free legs. The bleating continued, and the goring action did
as well.
The youth was hurt, but so far had not noticed how really badly hurt
it really was. The deer yanked back its head and freed the tines of its rack
from the stomach area of the juvenile. It spun neatly and tried to flee, and
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the youth lost his grip. The deer fled back the way it had come running all
out, tossing dirt, leaves, and snow into the air in its backwash.
slowly back to the hickory tree still unaware of how badly the deer had
damaged him. He sat down and leaned his head against the tree. Minutes
later, he raised his hand slick by now with blood and saw that the blood
was not coming from his hand at all as he had assumed earlier. He felt
intense pain in his mid-section, looked down. Blood poured from his
stomach out of a long, deep gash on his stomach that had penetrated to the
center of the stomach itself. He watched as it ran down onto his lap and
then between his legs where it pooled up on the ground below where he
sat.A foot of gut trailed out of the rupture and lay down his stomach area,
He felt nauseous, bent his head toward the ground and vomited upon
his legs, moved his head to the side, and eventually gushed the entire
contents of his stomach onto the ground. A strong grip of pain seized him
from his stomach up to and on past the chest. He struggled to his feet and
held onto the tree with both hands. In time his nausea passed and he
shoved off the tree and walked down the trail, headed to the shelter, and
to his mother.
The trek took the youth a very long time. He stopped and rested
many times in his walk. By and by, with the blood still oozing from his
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belly, he stopped on the hill that overlooked the river, and the limestone
He located the ledge that wended along the face of the bluff, and
weak effort.
His sire was awake now, sitting upon the skin of a deer. He scanned
the child for a time, then evidently having seen all that was important to
see with the son, the large male turned away his head as if the child no
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The child went to the very rear of the rock shelter, sat down, and rested
against the wall. His mother stepped up, knelt beside him, and pushed the
boy to the floor with his stomach now in full view. She attempted to push
the foot of his intestines back into his stomach, but the only leaked out
again. She studied it for a few minutes, left the shelter, and walked off,
headed to the top of the bluff. She had seen a large grouping of spider
webs in a small grove of sapling trees the evening before while she was
out. She went straight to the grove. She gathered all the webs and spread
them across the hands and forearms as well. This was an enormous
collection of webs. The largest group that she had ever gathered before.
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child’s guts back where they belonged, and commenced packing the webs
into the large gash in the stomach area. She saw that his, was a fell
wound, but she did not give up hope—yet. Half an hour later, the blood
An hour before dark, she checked on him again. The small trickle
had fallen to a tiny trickle. She packed the wound with webs once more.
But the juvenile had suffered an enormous amount of blood loss. His
entire chest was heavy with it where he had smeared it there with his
hands in his discomfort. It was thick on his stomach and had soaked
through the thick hairs there, but was making a good attempt at
coagulating, for it was dried in the places where the blood had lain longer.
She stood up, and moved back to the entrance area of the shelter, and
watched the slow fall of the evening as it gathered in the river bottom
below. She saw nothing but a dismal gray coloring that somehow caused
Sometime after darkness, she heard her child moan softly. She went
to him and packed the remaining tufts of the spider web into the stomach
area. This was all she could do. The rest was up to him. It became a
matter of how much he felt like surviving, although she did not know this
The following morning the large male ate and afterward, rose up
and left the shelter. She stepped outside the entrance and watched his
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She walked next up to the child. She checked him and found he was
sleeping, at least she thought this was the case. In truth, he was in a deep
coma. She too ate, and after a check on the boy once more, left the shelter
to search for a herb that might help him. The blood had coagulated by
now. There was no need to fetch back more spider webs. She needed
She searched by instinct. Seeking for the plants she had used
before. The ones she knew worked well. She could spot the worthy ones
from a distance, and this eliminated the need for closer inspection, which
saved time. The plants were well known to her, and she recognized them
with leaves on, or like now, with barren limbs. She stripped bark from a
willow tree, then continued her search. She searched for a certain herb,
which was elusive, and seldom grew in clusters, so if you found enough of
the roots that were needed you often must search for a long time unless
Later, she drew fully erect, looked all about her, and realized that
she had strayed farther away from the shelter than she had first thought.
She had good night vision but not so good as to distinguish the plant she
She turned, secured her willow bark beneath an arm, turned about,
and walked off toward the river bluff and the shelter. She reached the
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bluff, and entered the shelter, she noticed that her mate was still gone. He
often went out for a night or so at a time. She never knew, of course,
She checked the boy. He still breathed but very faint it was, and she
realized that he was in grave danger of dying. She returned to the front of
the shelter where there was more light than at the rear where the child lay.
She found a flat stone that she could use, lay several pieces of bark on it,
picked up a nearby fist-sized stone, and pounded the bark. Minutes later,
the bark lay shredded, she tossed it outside the shelter to discard it as
unworthy of her plans. placed another piece on the flat stone and worked
on another piece of bark. This time, the bark not only shredded but turned
extremely dry as well. She continued to pound it and finally, the shreds
The female gathered the dried bark in a hand, went to the boy, and
saw that he still lived. She lifted his head, forced open his jaws, and
placed a portion of the powder on his tongue. She held his head erect for
several minutes with a finger on his neck to make sure that he swallowed.
In the end, she found that he didn’t swallow, but the powder soaked onto
his tongue and was ingested in this way. She waited a minute for the
powder to disappear from his tongue, and when it did, she placed more of
it on his tongue. This time, however, the powder trickled out from a
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This distressed her. The boy must consume a large amount of the
powdered bark, she felt. She had seen from past use of the bark that it
sometimes caused the blood to flow again, but it would stop, and the
effects of the drug would be greater than was such a small loss of blood.
The results of this drug usually came quickly, within minutes. But the
child needed to down more of it than he had now, and each time she
placed more on his tongue it fell away in saliva when it dissolved on his
tongue.
Her pile of powdered bark grew smaller and still, he would not
accept it. She grew frantic by this time and muttered deep grunts and tiny
yelps in her chest from her distress. Finally, she raised the boy’s head
once more, placed her own head as close to him as possible, and still
allow enough room for her hand. She timed his breathing, and because the
intakes were slow, she timed it perfectly. She placed the dry powder
beneath his nostrils and saw that he breathed it in. She did so again and
again. She only mistimed his breathing a couple of times, and when he had
ingested all the powder, she placed his head back on the floor as gently as
possible.
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A short time before dark, the male returned to the shelter. He walked
inside and on by his mate bearing a deer over each shoulder. He gave no
notice that he had even seen the child. He dropped the deer onto the dirt
and stone floor at the rear of the shelter. He had already eaten the livers
from each deer and was not hungry. He took to his hide, and almost in an
him. She picked up one of the deer, took it to the entrance of the cave, and
gutted what remained inside the deer, and in four swift movements of her
hands stripped away the hide and flung it outside where it fell over the
side of the bluff and disappeared into a large sycamore tree far below that
held the hides of several more of them. In the morning what few turkey
vultures that hadn’t gone south, would eat all the meat that still clung to
them. In a few days, if they hadn’t moved on yet, and she doubted this,
she would climb down to the sycamore and knock them to the ground for
bed covers. The old ones were beginning to rot and to stink even more
She tore off a large portion of the meat that covered the backbone
of the deer’s carcass and feasted on it. Later, she stepped to the rear, knelt
alongside the child, reached out, and placed a hand gently on his forehead.
She lifted her hand and sat back on her haunches. The boy’s forehead was
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hot with fever. She worried that soon he would die. But there was nothing
more she could do for him. She’d done all she knew to do.
During the night she slept alongside him and fretted each time he
frightened. She felt his head. His fever raged now, like a bad forest fire,
she had once witnessed as a child. It seemed nothing in its path was a
match for it. This was what she felt now about his fever.
She sat up and rocked on her heels in distress but made no sound.
Not even when her mate rose from his hide gaping widely in a yawn and
stepped to the carcass of the deer she had skinned. He saw that she had
then stood up and walked to the rear of the shelter, took up the other deer,
She took it to the entrance and quickly gutted the thing with several
scoops of her wide hands and tossed the hide over the side. Her mate by
this time was walking quickly up the path, leaving again. She reentered
The snow started at daylight. She lay beside the child and watched
it fall outside, where some of it landed on the small ledge that ran along
the bluff’s face, the rest disappeared below, and soon hid the skins
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She watched on as the falling snow calmed her and brought her
Later, she awoke, and with her first instinct looked out of the
shelter. The snow fell even heavier than before she dropped off to sleep.
She felt such grief that she hadn’t known since her mother had died just
before her mate had taken her away from her family. Her family lived far
to the north, and since she had gone with him, her mate had continued to
move. He might stay a month, perhaps three months. He might stay a day,
but eventually, he got up and moved on while she followed. This day had
bluff path that she should have gone with him. But she hadn’t because of
the child.
Her mate would not return. Her instincts told her this and she
believed it surely. She had noticed how little attention he paid to their
Surely, he had decided at that time that the child had been given a wound
She would not leave the shelter until the child died or until he
recovered. She had a five-or-six-days’ supply of food. So, she would stay
until he died or until the food ran out, or until her mate returned. If the
food ran out, she would get up and find more—if the child still lived, that
is. If he died, and her mate had not returned, she would leave and find
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Pugh felt much better two days after the last attack on his cabin. He
figured that maybe the creature had found his revenge and would leave off
defecation left behind by the beast. He placed the flat blade of his shovel
on the floor, beneath the enormous quantity of dung which was practically
as large as the droppings of a cow and stank much like an empty boxcar
that had previously held animal hides. He scooped it up on the blade, and
by being disturbed and when the time-hardened interior of the pile found
outside air it refilled the small structure with its horrible stench. He
dropped the shovel, spun about, and rushed outside. He bent in half as the
gagging command told him to throw up, but by some minor miracle, he
with Melvin and Baker. They stepped over to the springhouse and sat on a
flat rock he used as a front step to enter the small springhouse. He peered
at the grave of his wife, and an empty grave alongside hers that was for
Since he now had no cow to provide him milk. He had nothing that
needed cooling, including butter. The small house was empty, but in the
past, he’d noticed that the beast had already checked it out. He had left
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place,” he muttered and listened to the beating tails of Melvin and Baker
instead of to himself.
him in his own language. So far, they hadn’t and he knew that if they ever
did, he knew that he had gone off the bubble for sure.
“Well, gents,” he said, slapped his knees and stood up, “I’ll need to
burn the smokehouse someday sure’s hell. There’s no way that odor will
He went to the barn, harnessed the horse creatures, and hooked them
to the wagon.
He removed stones from his yard till noon, ate, and got back on the
job, and the next time he stopped work, the yard was clean but marred
with his many tracks as well as those of the horses and the imprints of the
wheels.
“Them tracks in the snow will just have to fall victim to the sun, I
chuckled as if to make sure the dogs didn’t take his joking remark to
heart.
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Later, he removed their harness, fed them, and turned them out. He
saw no need to keep them inside since he wouldn’t call on them tomorrow,
but he left the door to their stall open in case the wind started up and blew
Later, he fed the hogs and put away the bucket. He then walked
back to the cabin with the dogs and whistled them a lively tune as they
walked. They were used to entering the cabin with him now after their
day’s work. He allowed this, and they trotted in as if they had done so
He built up the stove fire, cooked up bacon, and reheated the left-
over coffee. After feeding himself as well as the dogs, he went to the door
followed by Melvin and Baker. He opened up and said, “Out you go,
gents. Do your business and scratch the door, and I’ll let you back in. But
if you ever make dirt on my floor you’ll be banned to the outside, beast of
no beast.”
He washed up the few dishes he’d dirtied and by the time he stored
them away in the cabinet, the dogs were scratching frantically at the door,
“Looks like that no-account fiend is back,” the old man said and
spoke with a sad, tired voice. Pugh was fast losing patience with the
They rushed in between his legs as soon as he opened the door, and
they didn’t hesitate but took to their hiding spot with Baker once again
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attempting to crawl beneath the stove, but with the space much too small
to allow such as this. He had already scorched off some of the hair on his
back but this did not stop him from repeating his efforts.
He shut and barred the door, then sat at the table. He drew up the
Book of Psalms, slid the lamp closer, and attempted to read. But what
with the thought of what Big Red might do tonight and with the shaking
and fear from the two dogs, he could not concentrate and shoved back the
sister’s husband up on his offer to move in with him, back east. What in
the world would he do in a city, though? He had no idea. And besides that,
the only way he would even consider the move would be if he could take
Melvin and Baker along with him. He doubted the man would allow any
such thing as to take in an extra mouth to feed but with the need of
“Well,” he said. “I reckon I’ll just straighten this out later. Right
awhile longer.”
him as well. He knew the results of too much stress on a man’s nerves
from his time in the war while awaiting an overdue charge from an enemy
dog’s teeth, he realized that they were influenced by it greater than he had
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been. At least he couldn’t recall such stress that his teeth chattered away
helped them a bit, but doubted it did. He recalled he hadn’t smoked his
pipe yet and with a mild case of conscience for not reading from the
Psalms book he packed the pipe and lit up. He blew out the lamp and
smoked in the dark. He still hadn’t covered up the cracks in the window.
dogs this time. “That is if that fearsome bastard doesn’t carry me off to
his den and feed me to his babies beforehand.” He chuckled at that, but he
didn’t put much enthusiasm into his weak humor. He sat in the dark with
the only light coming from the bowl of his pipe as he drew on it, as well
as from the cooking range that emitted yellow light onto the ceiling from
He put up his pipe with great reluctance, for he had gained some
courage from the orange glow of its bowl. He sat back in his chair, with
Much later, he jerked awake to a loud racket, leaped to his feet, and
saw the rifle lying on the floor, and daylight had penetrated the gloom the
as the dogs crowded around him. “It’s a miracle I didn’t shoot my danged
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plucked it from the wall and listened to make sure it was still running. It
was.
last night?” He had fully expected another attack of stones by the beast.
clock.
After he ate, he took the dogs, the rifle, and fed the hogs. He looked
to the bottom pasture for the horses but didn’t see them. This was where
they usually went when set free to decide for themselves where to go.
handful of lumber, his hammer, and walked to the cabin. It was time to fix
had boarded up all the tiny openings or not, but felt he had, although
tonight he would check them again from the outside with the table lamp
He fixed lunch at noon, and after eating, took his rifle and with the
dogs in trail walked out of the yard, past the hog pen and farther down
into the far pasture. He commenced whistling to the horses, but they
didn’t whinny in answer. By the time he had reached the line where the
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pasture ended and the woods began, he felt a growing concern for his
horses.
just better not go down there and find them dead, both of them.”
But he decided that the creature would not be able to kill both
horses. He allowed that if the red devil ran fast enough, he might catch
one of them, but the other one could make good its escape if he stopped to
were the enormous footprints of the creature. Later, he saw where the
horses had spent time beneath a large cedar tree in a large copse. He
tracked them back to the road and saw the torn ground that the horses had
“My God and Savior,” he muttered. “That beast has them on the run.
He reached the spot where the surveyor had placed his property sign
tacked on the side of a large butternut tree. A foot over the marker and he
came driving two horses toward him, using a small willow switch as a
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“Thank you, God. Ben Loops caught my team. Thank you again and
again.”
was a bit older than was Loops that the younger man should walk up to
him, even though he was fetching him back his animals from the goodness
of his heart.
“Looking for these dumb brutes, Pugh?” Loops said as he neared the
old man.
“Yes sir, I am. I was right worried that my blamed stranger had
done them in by now. I want to thank you for your generosity, Ben Loops.
That’s neighborly of you. I saw where Big Red chased them. Where’d you
find them?”
“My word was I ever relieved to see you carrying them gentlemen,
“I saw the red animal’s tracks, Ben. Must have given them early
warning he was out for them and they managed to outrun him.”
have to hunt him down and kill him where he lives. I’m right sure, he
lives over in one of the caves in the river bluff. I haven’t told, Belle this
but I saw the beast out behind my hogpen. I ran back to the house for my
rifle and by the time I got back he had disappeared. I tracked him all the
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way to my far pasture. It got too dark for me to see. I stopped and went
back home. Now I have to tell Belle. She ain’t going to like this at all.
him in his own den. He’s a rare sight, Ben. I suffered through the war the
same as you did, but I was never so danged scared in my life as that first
night when I saw that ugly red beast standing in my yard under a full
moon. I swear it’s true. I took to calling him Big Red in my mind.”
Pugh paused then and watched as Loops attempted to pack his pipe,
but the wind blew half of it away. By and by, he finished packing the bowl
“Well, sir what now?” Loops said and puffed his pipe. The smoke
trailed out behind him in a long tail carried by the north wind blowing in
his face. His head was covered by a wool scarf that held down a wool
winter cap. The neighbor looked off to his right side, puffed his pipe
again, spat, and then said, “Gracious, Pugh,” he said, “We got to do
stole two of the porkers I’d penned up to fatten for the market, didn’t I?”
“Don’t recall right now. It’s been a while since I was last to your
cabin.”
The wind picked up even more and blew colder and stronger from
the north. Pugh raised the collar of his mackinaw coat. “What’s been
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happening down on your place, Ben? Seen any more tracks or anything
“No, sir, but I did see some tracks on the road, must’ve been where
he chased off your team. Shoot fire, I was in hopes he had moved on.
“If he hangs around much longer might be, we’ll have to gather up a
handful of neighbors and hunt him down. Wait’ll your garden starts
was one. He didn’t steal anything from the garden this summer though.”
“Tell you what,” Pugh said, still chuckling under his breath, “You
gather up the boys and bring them by my place. I’ll go with you. They
won’t believe a word of what we tell them but will see itas a good
occasion to lay on a good drunk and to get out from under the thumbs of
Pugh watched Loops draw his head deeper beneath the protective
cover of his scarf. He saw tiny specks of sleet strike his neighbor’s face
and bounce away. He heard them strike off the back of his own mackinaw
as well, sounding like baby chicks pecking around the feet of the old
mother hen.
take to their stall with no persuasion on his part after their ordeal. But
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what if the stranger returned? The horses would be trapped inside. The big
Their only safety he figured would be for him to leave the door to
their stall open. At least that would give them a chance to run away. Well,
at least one of them. Pugh figured that if it took a mind to the creature
would venture out, even in the coldest weather. He’d seen the thick coat
he wore. The young one and the female might stay close out of the wind,
and the snow Pugh expected would follow this sleet, but the male would
leave the shelter and dare the elements, humans or any other animal that
attempted to challenge him, and let the strongest win. There was nothing
in these woods to contend with the red beast. That creature had the ruling
hand.
“Well, Loops,” old Pugh said, “I got coffee left from noon in case
Loops handed Pugh his willow switch and said, “No. Better not. My
woman told me not to stay out jabbering any longer than I just had to.
That coffee sounds good to me, though. But I’m ready to put my back to
the wind and get on home. This sleet is tiny but it’s fierce, I’ll tell you
that. Going to get fresh snow, old-timer sure’s hades. This one has just
been lying around waiting to be covered up by a fresh one. See you, Pugh.
I need to check on my place. I hope I don’t find that animal there, Lord
save us all.”
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Loops turned and walked off, and Pugh watched a minute or two,
turned and with the wind blowing the stinging sleet in his face, tossed
away the willow switch, and heard the horses walking faithfully behind
him. His dogs were much better than a switch to control his animals, no
matter what.
By the time he passed the hogpen, the hogs let him know that it was
The wind picked up, and the size of the pellets of sleet had grown
now to somewhat larger than birdshot. He reached the barn and Melvin
and Baker headed the horses toward the stall, and then sat on the ground
to watch as Pugh took command. He went to the granary and fetched each
animal a scoop of grain so large it threatened to spill from the scoop. Each
horse had snickered its pleasure as it watched him coming their way.
After this, he filled the bucket with corn, and trudged back to the
hog pen, and tended to his hog creatures before they lost their voices from
strange that the hogs seemed to own him instead of the other way around.
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Later after leaving the old man, Ben Loops wondered what he should do if
the creature came to his house again. He had spoken bluff words to old
Pugh about shooting it dead and tried to act as if it weren’t real, but he
had seen that huge beast as well as his footprints, and he knew he was
stranger or Big Red as he had called it—then it was likely he might not be
He felt much better when his house came into sight. He entered the
house and the heat from the stove nearly knocked him off his feet. He
“Is that you, Ben?” His wife called and then immediately appeared
in the kitchen from the big room where at this time of day, she always
spent time alongside the stove, with her needlework while tending her
cooking by smell.
Ben Loops was suddenly filled with joy by coming inside to his
wife’s voice and the heat of the stove and the smell of supper cooking on
the stove.
He said, “No. It ain’t me, old gal, it’s Old Saint Nick. I saw your
hubby leave and thought this would be a good time for me to pay a visit.”
“Ben Loops,” she said in a scolding voice. “If you ain't’ the most
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She slapped him on the hands as he reached for her. But conceded to
a kiss.
“What’s for supper, old gal?” he said and reached out for her, a
She slapped his hand away again, and said, as she lifted the lid from
the pot that held a hearty stew of deer meat, “If you ain’t just about the
most grabby man ever to breathe. You’re too old for such foolishness as
He laughed and hugged her, and drawing away from her, said, “How
He put his coat back on, picked up the milk pail, and left the house.
On the path to the barn, he thought about what Pugh had told him
woods. He had been joking when he told Pugh that they should organize a
group of men and hunt down the beasts and shoot them. But by the time he
had finished milking, carried the full pail back to the house, where his
good wife took it from his hands and walked to the counter to strain it
before placing it on a shelf in the storage room a room that was not heated
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He left the house again and hoofed back to the barn for the bucket
of corn to feed his three hogs. Two old ones, an old boar and an old sow.
He, like Pugh, had already sold off his pigs in Louvin
After he fed the hogs he walked back to the barn and put away the feed
bucket. When he approached the house again, he was touched by the dread
The rush of warm air from the kitchen hit him in the face again as
he stepped inside. He felt safe and it was warm and he hoped it would
always be so in his house. But he knew that hard times and misfortune
“Old gal,” he said to his wife’s back as she stood at the stove, “I
“Yes, yes,” she said, “But tell me later. Right now I’m setting the
table.”
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The female beast lay alongside the child all night long. At first light, she
stirred and went outside to do her dirt. She returned and found the child
making small whistling sounds. He had done this as a much smaller child,
but since he’d taken on size, she had never heard him do so again at least
not in this infantile way. She felt something had changed. She hoped
maybe he was coming out of it but had no idea. Perhaps she had hoped so
because she simply wanted for him to recover. Or maybe he was dying. If
he did die and after she grieved for him for a week or so, she would then
forget him.
She knelt beside him and placed an ear against his chin. His
breathing was the same. It came slow and shallow with much wheezing
involved, and this was not good, but his breathing was the same as it had
been during the night. She was not much bothered about it. She thought he
still had a chance to recover. She had seen so many of her family die, but
he was her child, and she wanted him to live, even though she knew that
her mate would soon force her to chase him off. Still, she wanted him to
live.
In the afternoon, she glanced at the entrance and saw that snow had
started falling in large flakes and would, she knew if it continued this
She had no idea how long her mate would be gone or even if he
would ever return, though she had no sense that told her he would be gone
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forever. This sensing was a strong trait of hers, and she had relied on it
She still had plenty of deer meat left and so she wouldn’t starve to
death while the youth was recovering, for she was reluctant to leave him
alone while she went out and kicked up a deer out of a large entanglement
of possum grapes. So she would stay inside for as long as the meat
remained. She hated the idea of leaving him alone for fear he would die
all by himself and besides this, the wolves would come around searching
for a weakness in a prey they could kill easily. She could not
she was weak in this ability but there were other ways. She was adept at
using facial expressions, and certain whistlings she made could often be
picked up by others that revealed her thoughts, especially those who were
closest to her. She had only a small doubt her mate would not return. If
one took a mate he would stay by her until one of them died, usually.
of it was on the path just outside the shelter entrance. She had gone out
earlier and had seen this although she had known by watching the snow
At dark, two wolves stepped inside the shelter. She watched them,
knowing what they were there for. She would not bother them until they
attempted to snag the meat-stash at the rear of the shelter. She would be
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forced to run them off then. There was just so much room in the shelter,
She watched as one of them shook itself and saw the snow scatter
widely from its back and drop to the floor. There were two of them, and
while she had little fear of them, two of them would be a much greater
The larger wolf dropped to his belly and watched her watching it.
There was no fear in her eyes and none in the eyes of the wolf. Just
opportunistic and would take what food they could when they found it.
An hour later, she watched as one of them rose from the floor, and
took a tentative step toward her. She gathered a couple of rocks and
Later, she watched as the pair coupled briefly. And when the male
dropped back to all fours he stepped toward her again. She was ready. She
expected a quick flash of action and a quick grab of one of the pieces of
meat, and an even quicker run to the entrance after stealing it. But to her
surprise, he turned away, stepped to the female, and began stroking the
She fell relaxed then, and just as she did so, the wolf charged
toward the rear in a leap that covered a good portion of the shelter and
was soon alongside here. He caught up a large chunk of meat in his mouth
and attempted to spring toward the entrance. But the meat he grabbed up
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was heavier than the muscles of his jaws could handle, and those of his
back and legs as well. He was unable to leap out of her reach but was
forced to walk.
As he tried to pass her toward the entrance, she lifted her rock and
struck him alongside the head. The wolf fell to his front legs, dropped the
meat, yelped loudly and sprang again to his feet, and ran for the entrance.
He’d had enough. Its female ran quickly behind him, and they passed from
her sight.
She sighed roughly and checked the child again. He still breathed,
but his breathing was changing. Slower now, and not as deep.
She feared he would die, and this was new to her. She had first
thought he would linger in his bed, but that in the end, would recover. But
When next she stepped outside the shelter the snow was even deeper
than it had been earlier. She wondered why her mate had not yet returned,
but gave this thought up, and moved back inside the shelter. Perhaps he
would never return. The youngster was still breathing as he had been when
she had gone out to relieve herself. The blood had clotted completely now
She had no other herbs in the shelter. Nor would she be able to
locate them in such deep snow. She did not even try. It would be a
mistake. What if he died while she was gone? She wanted desperately to
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be at his side if and when he did die. She had no idea why that mattered to
She wondered again what had happened to her mate. Any number of
things might have taken place. He might have slipped and fallen and
she soon quit worrying about him. He would return or he would not. Time
would tell. Her child was a different matter. He was not fully grown and
in many ways was still little more than a child even knowing that by this
time next year he would be gone and he would need to care for himself.
She’d seen the deer he had killed and hauled in, although she did not
know that her mate had injured the deer first so that he could run it down
The female hovered over the boy the rest of the night. Her eyes,
face as well, revealed the fear she felt for the youth. She placed an ear
close to his chest to test his breathing. She raised up still with the look of
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the coffee, and put bacon in a large skillet, and set it on the stove. He
looked down for the dogs that usually stood one to a side of him while he
cooked, and saw that they were still asleep. He knew then what caused
this. It had snowed in the night. From the way they were sleeping so
He finished frying the bacon and set it on the table in the large
platter reserved for this, then walked to the door. He opened it and snow
fell inside onto the floor. He peered outside and saw as he expected that
heavy snow had fallen during the night and was still falling. He allowed it
was fixing to stop in another few hours because he could see through it
He took the broom and pushed the snow to the side, for he knew it
would be a move of futility to attempt to shove it back out onto the porch.
The porch itself stood deep in snow, likely nine or more inches of it, and
this was beneath the small roof that overhung the porch that the wind had
He managed to shove the door shut and turned back to the table.
“Gents,” he called out. “Get up you lazy heads. A little snow ain’t
going to prevent the hog creatures, from screaming for their food. We
need to eat up. It’ll be tough on me carrying the corn down to the pen.”
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Later, after finishing his bacon and drinking his coffee, he bundled
up in his heaviest coat and donned his winter boots. He and the dogs
walked out into the snow with the dogs still listless and likely longing for
the good old days, back when it snowed this deep they stayed in their den
He took his time. Snow like this was much too heavy to go at it like
he was killing snakes. He filled his large metal bucket with corn and then
fed the two horses who both were hanging their head over the short wall
He fought the trail slowly. It was a hard go. The two border collies
walked in the tracks left by the old man. Still, they worked at it as well.
Each time they reached a gap left in the snow by the old man’s stride, they
leaped from one track to the next in springs and leaps, which worked them
a good deal.
By the time he reached the pen, the dogs had come more to life and
were leaping high out of the snow to make their way through the heavy
depths. He was worn out and paused to catch his wind before completing
the feeding chore. But just because he was tired didn’t mean the hogs
When able to, he carried the bucket of corn to the fence, set it down
there in reach, and stepped inside the pen. The hogs by now were
screaming as if they had been scalded. He tried to turn over the heavy
trough but was unable to do so. So he kicked the nearest hog in the snout
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to force it out of his way. He bent then and started scooping out the snow
with his gloved hands. It took him five minutes to clear enough space in
the trough to provide room for the corn. He stood up then and stepped to
the fence. He reached over the top rail, paused for air, drew up the corn,
and lifted it in a huff of spent air over and into the pen.
He kicked the old boar in the snout again to make room for him and
the corn. He scattered it out in the trough as best he could, and then
pitched the bucket outside. It issued a soft plop as it landed atop the snow
“Damme I’m glad to get this over with. Come on you salty gents, he
said. He picked up the bucket and walked back toward the barn using the
same path he had built on the way down. The “salty gents” leaped and
played as they went. By now they were fully awake and leaped and
gamboled in the snow, and played at combat as they forged their way
over and spoke to them both. He rubbed their necks, talked baby talk to
them for a few minutes, and finally slapped the side of the nearest one’s
neck. He picked up the wide-mouthed grain shovel, turned then, and left
the barn, with its heavy scents of hay and grain and swarming dust clouds
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The distance to the house looked to be a mile away in the snow and
in the blue light of the day. The scene chilled him. The snow had nearly
stopped now and this was good news. By the time he fought his way to the
He stepped up onto the deck of the porch and while the dogs sat on
their tails in the tracks he had left in the snow and watched him scoop up
snow in his shovel and toss it to the side against the wall of the cabin. He
finished cleaning off the porch for the second time this morning and by
now was sweating beneath his clothing. He pushed the door open and
shoved inside. The dogs stepped lively all the way to the stove and
“Damme, fellers. I’m the one who did all the work. I reckon I ought
to be the one to flop alongside the stove, except for being a bit too hot
Melvin looked up at him briefly then dropped his head back onto his
“Sure wish I could do that,” the old man said. He considered what
he had said for a time, then realized that he had nothing much to do until
on a nail driven into a log to the right of the stove. He could read the
this early so he added wood to the stove, stripped down to his long johns,
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and hit the hay. All three of them hibernated through the afternoon,
*****
Ben Loops had been taken by surprise by the deep snow. He stepped to the
door in his usual garb. Opened it and nearly gasped. The snow was up to
Belle was busy at the stove cooking breakfast and turned to him to
tell him to shut the door because it was dragging cold air inside with
them.
“Ben,” she said, but that this was all she could manage. She too saw
the snow. “Ben Loops, now look at what you did. You let it snow last
night.”
“’ Twasn’t me, old gal,” he said and shut the door. “I don’t have
that kind of power or even that kind of influence. I reckon I’ll need to be
“You’ll be well served to wear those tall ones you use in the spring
that himself.
He sat, then pulled off his shoes and slipped into his taller boots.
Found his heavy coat, opened the outside door again while she stood with
her hands on hips with the spatula in hand hanging down alongside her
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It felt like work as he fought his way to the barn. He reached it and
entered, and from habit stomped his feet on the ground and dried manure
of the runway between the sides. He scooped up grain enough to feed both
might even kill my cow the way he did the old-timers. I’ll need to put her
up, I reckon.”
He scooped out the hog trough while they, as usual, protested his
every move, which he figured they thought his work was unnecessary and
Big Red had passed on his hogs. He figured they were safe. The
creature surely didn’t like old hog meat. But the horses were vulnerable.
He walked back to the barn, put up the feed bucket, and turned to the stall
“I’m going to leave your door open, fellers,” he said. He did so and
with his woman. As he started out the door to return to the house, his cow
met him.
“Well looky here. I’ll need to put you in a stall old Jen.”
She followed him inside and he opened a stall door, stepped to the
side, and allowed her to pass inside where it was dry and warmer. He left
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the door open and then walked to the house. She would be safe and warm
in here out of the elements. Let her rest. She had been giving less milk in
the cold weather, so nowadays he only milked her once a day and this of
an evening.
At the breakfast table, she said, “That critter won’t be out in this
“He would if he was hungry enough, I suspect. I left the door to the
horses’ stall open in case he comes back, and old Jen too. That will give
them all a fighting chance. The worst he can do is kill one of them. While
She ate for a few minutes in silence with the sound of his table
utensils rattling against his plate. She then said, “I believe you could eat
“Man has to eat old gal,” he answered. “I reckon it’s a fair trip to
Heaven.”
She snorted at his audacity. “You think you have Heaven in your
future, husband?”
He paused, looked across the table into her round face. “Hope so,
Belle, But either direction it’ll be a long distance. Man needs his
nourishment.”
Later, he sat with his coffee that she allowed him now only at
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“Ben,” she said. “Can that beast really carry off a horse? That
He packed his pipe then and considered her question. The beast was
huge, he had seen that, but if he was strong enough to pack off a horse he
had no idea. He lit up, and said, “Nah, old gal. I doubt he can. But I figure
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Chapter Thirty-Two
The shelter stood ceiling high in gloom despite it being in the daylight
hours. The snow had stopped falling much earlier in the day but it was
still overcast and dismal. A day of depression, even in the animal world.
The female sat alongside the youngster. He was chest lifted and fell
with his shallow breathing now and she was fearful of his ever again
rising from his bed. It was taking a long time for him to die, however,
likely due to his youth and strength. She longed for more herbs that she
could place on his wound, which had grown infected and swollen with
pus. The wound was an ugly yellow color and ringed about by a jagged red
circle. She continued to care for him but other than staying by his side she
really did not have a thing she could do to relieve his illness. The big
male had returned sometime during the night. She had heard him enter and
In the morning, he sat up at the rear of the shelter and leaned his
back in a restful manner against the wall. He looked on at his mate and his
son with eyes that revealed nothing of his emotions if he indeed had any.
She wondered at his stoicism. Not knowing that he was mentally put
together different from herself. He did not reveal anything to her or even
instinct and nothing more. His was a different world than hers. He had the
pressing demand for finding food for them daily as well as the job of
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Later in the morning her mate stood up and exited the shelter.
Each time her son moved a hand or coughed she reached for his
forehead to check his temperature. It always heated her padded palm each
time she felt his flat forehead. She felt sure he would die before nightfall.
But when night did fall, he still grabbed air. She relaxed then and though
she had no way of knowing this the thought that he might recover lifted
some of her gloom that had been in competition with the dismal darkness
of the shelter. She left the shelter as dark fell and relieved her full bladder
Much later the male returned and took to his mat again. He slept,
awoke, ate, and fell asleep again. She sat beside the youth and in time she
She awoke to a day that was still clutched by the deep shadows of
night. In time, she looked out and saw the sky brighten beyond the eastern
hill. Soon the sun itself burst over the ridgeline and flooded the shelter
All that day the sun gleamed and ricocheted off the snow in crystals
of diamond sparks of light that she watched fall as frost down into the
valley to the river. The very air itself seemed to speak in crackles and
squeaks as the snow warmed in the sunshine and dropped now from the
trees. She stepped outside later in the day and saw that the snow was
caving in on top.
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That evening the male ate the rest of the food he had lain by. They
had lived off it for the past few days. All that was left were two thin front
the bloom of spring on the trees. But this was not a thing to look forward
to yet. They were still in the heavy clutches of cold and more sleet and
snow to come.
There was little meat in a hank of deer meat but she watched
carefully and when she found a bit took it on a finger and placed it on the
lips of the youth. It stayed there for a long time, but once when she looked
it had disappeared. This was good for him then. He at least had allowed it
to enter his mouth. She needed to fetch snow and to heat it in her palms
The following day arrived in much the same fashion as the previous
one. The sun ruled the sky and the earth with its golden rays that glowed
erase the blue cast the snow had thrown upon the surrounding hills. She
heard ice and snow, fall from the bluff above all day, and heard the soft
plops of heavy cascades of it from the trees where it turned loose and fell
down into the deep gorge below their shelter and land in the deeper snow
below them.
mate slept all day. With nothing to eat there was no reason for him to
awaken. His hunger would drag him from sleep eventually and he would
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venture out yet in the snow and for the same reason that lured him out.
The snow itself still hung on. A great deal of it had fallen from the
trees and she had seen large spaces that had melted in the relentless
Darkness descended the shelter again. She heard the enormous male
at the rear of the shelter grumble, then yawn. He finally stood up. He
stepped outside and she watched as he voided his water over into the deep
chasm below. Because of his long sleep, he voided water for a long time.
going to reenter the shelter again, he turned and walked off up the narrow
ledge that led to the top of the bluff. Each time he left she wondered if he
would return.
She walked outside and ate snow. Afterward, she gathered both
hands full and carried it inside, and sat before the youth with her hands
held above his partially open mouth to fall into when it melted from the
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The large male walked away from the shelter. His stomach groaned loud
from hunger. He needed to stop the sound. He walked on. In places such
as beneath where the taller trees thrived and allowed more space at the
bases of the trees the snow accumulated deeper than in the brushier areas
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where the snowfall lay in much lesser depths, he walked around these
human than the old man’s, at last, he experienced the results of walking
this far on an empty belly. He looked on for one of the smaller buildings
like the one that held the cache of meat at Adam Pugh’s place. In time, he
cantilevered roof that was built to shed snow easily so that it didn’t
accumulate quite so much, which could after some time weaken the roof
The moon was not yet up. The darkness surrounded him in a thick
black blanket. But he was still vulnerable because of the snow cover on
the ground. He would stand out plainly in such snow—black against white.
He heard no dogs barking and harassing him. With that he was safe. He
walked across the same area that he had covered the last time he had
headed up a slight rise toward the building that might hold a stash of food.
He neared the structure in a short time because the hunger in his gut was
forcing him to move fast. He stopped and sniffed the air. The wonderful
scent of meat revealed that there was without a doubt some inside and
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The cabin was dark. He approached the structure that held the meat
with caution. In the past, he had found that humans often were in places
they shouldn’t really be, and in places where he sometimes failed to look
for them.
He reached the building and stepped to the side that was farthest
away from the cabin. He stopped and studied the way it was put together.
It was built in a different method than the other one he had broken into
before. This one had less room between the boards between which to place
his fingers so he could reach through and yank them off. His meaty
He struck the board a heavy blow, but not the heaviest blow he was
capable of. Instinct told him he needed to remain as quiet as possible. The
sound of his fist striking the wood rang out across the snow cover, but
because he was on the side of the smokehouse that was away from the
cabin, the sound bounced off across the road and entered the woods where
His fist punched all the way through the board. His hand went
inside the structure and when he withdrew it he latched onto the top of the
board and yanked it out in one long plank with harsh sounding screeches
that hurt his ears. This gave him more room to remove the next board and
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on and on until the hole he made was large enough to accommodate his
bulk.
He stepped inside and was met with the wonderful scent of meat. He
saw halves of hogs hanging from a large plank nailed to the roof and at
each end at the walls on either side. He grabbed up two halves, tossed
them both outside, and turned back and took down two more. He carried
these with him outside. He slung them over his shoulders and bent then to
the other two, and did likewise with these two, stacking one atop the
other. He left the smokehouse and by the time he reached the field where
the man with the stick had chased after him sometime before, he stopped
and ate until the groaning of his stomach ceased. He picked up his heavy
load once more and marched off across the field and felt much stronger
shelter and lay the meat on the ground. With no sign that he had even seen
his mate. He walked to his bed and fell on it and soon was sleeping and
He had seen no game to take so he had done the next best thing
except that it was much more dangerous. He had fetched meat enough for
perhaps four full days. That is if his mate didn’t eat too much of it.
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The day dawned clear but cold. The sun broke above all obstacles and
meet the new day that he always greeted with the prospect of having a
fantastic time of it. After breakfast, he dressed and left the cabin. At the
barn, he filled his feed bucket with corn, set it aside, and grained his
horses in their stall with the door standing open for their escape if needed.
Next, he tossed down hay from the loft into the stall where the cow looked
Finished, he picked up his bucket of corn and left the barn, and
walked through the snow. The frozen crust crunched and squeaked loudly
beneath his boots. The hogs, of course, were starved out or so they gave
that impression. They were in their choir of three and singing their woes
He finished feeding the swine and walked back to the barn, put up
He stopped then in full stride. One foot on the ground the other one
in midair.
The south side of the smokehouse lay in ruin. With his back to it, he
had missed it on the down trip. The wide planking that he had paid good
money for at the mill in Louvin to build a tight smokehouse with, lay
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scattered about on the snow-covered ground as if the snow had caught the
builder before he could finish the job and left it where it lay until better
times.
His shock fell to the side in time, and he stepped closer to the
ruined wall. He had witnessed the side of old Pugh’s smokehouse. This
was the same work and likely from the same hand.
He poked his head inside and saw the empty spaces where the four
He kicked the snow in futility for a time and punctuated it all with a
series of non-stop curses that lasted for several minutes. By and by, he
calmed down enough to step inside and take a closer look and assess his
losses.
He removed his hat and scratched his head. In the end, he decided
that his first assessment was right. The same beast that had broken into
He backed out of the building and walked off toward the house.
Before he reached the porch his mind turned again upon his good sense
and he started cursing again and stood outside until he managed to stop.
Finally, he climbed the steps to the porch and shoved on inside the house.
The heat of the kitchen rushed up in his face to greet him and
welcome him home but he failed to take the time to appreciate it. He had
things to do.
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“In here,” she answered from the dining room and parlor
combination. “If you want to talk to me you’ll have to change your tone of
He stomped the snow off his boots on the large rug made of a thick,
coarse burlap material that she used for him to wipe his feet in winter to
He walked up to the open doorway that divided the kitchen from the
rest of the house. “You know what that bully bastard did?”
She lifted her head from her needlework and looked at her husband
with widened eyes. “Benjamin Loops, you’ll stop blackguarding and right
this minute, and I warn you that if you take God’s name in vain, you’ll
sleep on the floor tonight and perhaps for even longer. Now, what bully
happened.”
“That animal visited us again last night. He tore off the side of our
smokehouse and stole four hog halves … two whole hogs. I’d bought some
She stared at him for a good spell, with her mouth hanging open
like a baby bird waiting for a worm.“Well, dammit all,” she finally
answered.
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Too excited to notice the irony he said, “Now, I got to take my rifle
and track him down. I’m fixing to kill that thing if it’s all I manage to do
He shook his head like a horse ridding its sides of biting flies. “No.
Lordy no. You can’t go with me. You couldn’t keep up and I have to find
He turned then and stomped off to the closet by the outside door
He heard her footsteps slap the floor behind him. He flung open the
door, tossed out his heavy mackinaw, and wool scarf Belle had made for
him two Christmas’s before. Next, he took out the rifle and a handful of
shells. He loaded the rifle full—fifteen shells. He stuffed more shells into
a side pocket. He stripped out of his light coat and drew on the mackinaw
and whipped the scarf around his neck. He tossed the lighter coat inside
without aim. It hit the rear wall and fell to the floor.
“You pick that up, mister,” she commanded, “and hang it on its
hook. I get tired of picking up after you. I think you are plenty old enough
“I’ll tell you again to either stay here or take me along with you.
What will happen to me if that creature returns and with you gone away
from home?”
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He pointed into the closet. “I’ll leave the old Remington. I reckon
“Benjamin,” she said and stood with both hands on hips. “You know
how I hate to shoot that thing. You stay here. Why don’t you sit up
tonight and see if he returns then if he does you can shoot him from your
own porch.”
He shut the closet door and backed out. He turned to her. Took her
hand. “Listen here, Belle. I must go. I need to kill that beast. Likely, he’ll
not return until he gobbles up our two hogs, and that will be some time I
reckon. I need to follow him while his tracks are still fresh. It might snow
again at any time and it’ll cover over his tracks and I won’t have no idea
before he could open the door, she said, “Well sir, at least hook the horses
to the wagon so I have some way to escape if he does return and you out
He picked up his rifle and opened the door. “I’ll do that, Belle. I
certainly will. I’ll not abandon you completely to that hellish monster.
Surely not.”
Belle Loops had tears on her cheeks as she stood at the door as if
she expected him to change his mind and return to her. But this was not
the case.
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Loops quickly hitched the horses to the wagon. He left it all in the
breezeway and picked up his rifle from the wall where he had placed it out
of the way. He turned then and walked off as if he were late for some big
occasion.
Across the road and into the small glade below it, he saw that the
rabbit trap was sprung with the trigger upon the ground in front of it in a
dead give away. He didn’t have time to dress the rabbit. But he did stoop
and raise the lid and almost laughed at the speed the rabbit escaped the
trap and tore off through the underbrush leaping and bounding for its life.
returned, Loops left the door of the trap shut walked off through the
woods, and entered the cleared space of his field. He found the snowfall
much deeper here where there were no trees to block its fall. But he
crossed it soon enough, walked off into the woods following the huge
tracks of the animal that only a blind man could fail to see.
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Chapter Thirty-Four
He walked for an hour then stopped and leaned against a tree on the lee
side that was free of snow. He rested until he found his wind entering and
exiting his lungs properly and feeling refreshed, he pushed off from the
Ben Loops was an old man, although he was eight years younger
than old Pugh who got around spryly yet and possessed stamina that Ben
often admired.
He slowed his pace. His mind calmed down from what it was when
he left the cabin. There was no telling how much longer he would need to
forge his way through the deep snow. If he ran across the creature with no
warning he might be out of wind from his walk and would likely not have
a steady rifle against his shoulder when he got the chance to kill it. He
slowed down.
More than an hour and a half later, he neared the bluff that
overlooked the river. It was at this point that the lay of the land sloped
downward. He was used to walking on flat ground through the woods, and
the downward incline took him off guard and he hadn’t time to slow down
and struck a slick stone that the sun had exposed. He slipped and
attempted to catch himself. He dropped his rifle and flung out his hands
instinctively. He had fallen to the side and the full weight of his body fell
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“Damn, damn,” he muttered. He rolled onto his back and placed his
gloved hands on the snow-covered ground beneath him. He shoved off and
stood upright, bent then, and retrieved his rifle. He stepped forward, and
pain fired up in his knee as if someone had placed a hot coal against his
kneecap.
He fell again and soon sweat popped out on his forehead and bile
rose up in his throat. He spat up a bit of his breakfast including his coffee.
When his nausea passed on, he sat up. He felt his knee to search for a
bone that was out of place or even worse was sticking through the skin.
To his good luck, he felt nothing out of place, and certainly, there
was no broken bone protruding through the skin. “Dammit. I’m a lucky
But when he got to his feet, the leg hurt him so bad that he was
unable to walk. He lay on his stomach and crawled back up the incline,
going slowly through the deep snow. He was closer to the old man’s place
than to his own so he decided to crawl there. Old Pugh could hitch his
team to the wagon and fetch him home. At least that was his plan. No way
The late afternoon sun was much fainter now in the winter sky, pale
yellow as an egg yolk that had been laid by a hen that had fed on nothing
more than bugs. He stopped his crawl. He felt he was in trouble. A crawl
that had taken him two hours found him still deep inside the forest. He
had no idea how much farther he needed to crawl until he reached old
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Pugh’s cabin. He rested on the snow-covered ground and found that his
clothing on his chest, stomach, and legs was wet. If it turned off any
of freezing to death.
planned. The forest around him loomed large all around him. The tops of
the trees looked as if they might touch the sky. This sent a shiver of panic
He crawled on, tired as he was. His only alternative was too hard
for him to even consider. He must crawl out of the forest and reach the old
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Chapter Thirty-Five
Belle Loops walked the floor all day long. She expected to see her
husband walk out from the woods from the same direction he had
disappeared earlier this morning. So far, he hadn’t shown up. She worried
about him and wondered what she would do if the beast suddenly walked
She watched as the shadows dropped farther and farther toward the
it.”
Later, she realized that if she waited much longer it would be too
late to have any chance of finding him. Not in the dark, she couldn’t. But
she had no thought of walking through the woods and following his tracks.
It soon would be dark. She donned her winter coat and boots, took
the rifle Ben had told her to use on the beast in case he showed. She
planned to take it with her for her protection. If the beast happened to fall
within her rifle sights—well, if she didn’t freeze from fright she might hit
it.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. Hush now,” she said. The two horses watched
her, straining their necks to follow her progress that ended as she climbed
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up onto the wagon seat. She lifted the reins and the two creatures stepped
At the road, she decided that since Louvin was farther off than it
was to the old man’s cabin, she turned the animals to the north and they
stepped out in a brisk, ready manner even through the deep snow. In
places on the road, the snow she heard the scraping of it as itbrushed
against the underframe of the wagon. At other places, the sun of the past
few days had melted it and revealed that her course was true. She placed
the rifle across her lap and tried to sing to the horses as they forged
When she arrived, she found that Adam Pugh had just finished
feeding his hogs. She drew up straight across from the pen, waiting as he
walked toward her, with a craned neck and a questioning look in his eyes.
“Why, my sweet lord, Mrs. Loops. I can’t believe you would be out
“I had to Mr. Pugh. My Ben went out with his rifle to shoot the
“Yessir. He did so last night. Ben found the wall torn and shredded
apart this morning. He came to the house and fetched his rifle and lit out
after it. I pleaded with him not to go and now this. I fear something has
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“Right after breakfast. Then he’s been at it all day. That’s a long
herself. “I have the worst feeling about his safety. The beast might have
killed him.”
Pugh climbed into the wagon alongside Belle Loops and she got up
“Leave them here out of the wind, Mrs. Loops. Let’s go to the
cabin. I’ll fetch my lantern and put on my heavy boots. I have to go off
and search for him.” He removed the bit from the two harnessed animals,
grained all four horses then, and stepped toward the house with her in
tow.
“Don’t let that fret your none, ma’am. That’s what a friend and
She walked into the cabin behind Pugh and the heat rushed up to
Pugh donned his heavier boots, his mackinaw, and took his lantern
returned.
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“Mr. Pugh,” she said and said it as a command rather than a request.
“I’m going with you. I have to know. I just have to. If I waited here I
She watched as the old man fixed his mouth to deny her permission
to go with him, but finally, he shrugged let out a heavy sigh, and she saw
At the door, he attempted to make the dogs stay, but they ran out
between his legs before he could do so. They were ready for a romp with
They all entered the woods and pressed on with the two border
collies in the lead bucking the snowdrifts that were breast-high on them.
“Wish you’d come earlier, Mrs. Loops. There ain’t just a whole lot
“I didn’t know for sure just what to do. I didn’t want to stir things
up—have folks out looking for him and here he comes out of the woods
They trudged through the snow but she found as they entered the
true forest where the trees loomed higher, the snow cover was less than
outside. The walking was some easier here, but not by much. Her face
grew cold. So too were her hands even though they were clad in leather
gloves that were lined in wool. The wind blew her breath back into her
face. She would have been miserable from the cold if the worrisome
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thoughts of the danger Ben might have fallen into wasn’t a plague on her
mind.
frantic voices. She burst forward to run to them but old Pugh reached out
“Don’t do that, ma’am. The snow will wear you out. I might need
your help later in case we need to pack Ben home. Besides that, the dogs
might be barking at the monster. Just walk behind me, please ma’am.”
The barking continued and was as frantic now as it had been when
she first heard them. The shadows were darker now and clutched
everything about her in a tight grasp. Her breathing entered and passed
out of her lungs in loud gasps and squeaks that revealed to her that she
was aging. She pushed this silly thought away. She had worse things to
By the time they reached the point where the barking was nearly
old man halted her and she watched as he fumbled out a match, struck it
on the metal top of the lantern, lifted the lid to the wick with his little
finger, and lit the lantern. The sudden yellow illumination chased back the
gloom of night for perhaps twenty feet around them. Ths made her feel
safer.
They continued. Soon the dogs came scampering up to the old man.
They leaped upon him one to a side as if they were in full conversation
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with him. She heard him speak to them as if they were children, and
watched them drop down, swing about, and run in the direction they had
“Hate to admit this ma’am,” Adam Pugh said, “but I blamed near
She plunged ahead of him then and ran as best she could through the
snow, which at this time was a bit over shin high. She felt the old man’s
hand brush her arm but it then fell away as she ran on, free of his clutch.
She stopped then, for there he lay, Ben, face down and stretched
out. She saw that one of his legs was drawn up and the knee pointed
toward her as if he had been in the act of crawling and suddenly ran out of
She clasped her mouth, felt tears drop onto her cheeks. She jarred
herself out of her fears and negative thoughts, lunged forward, and fell to
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Pugh saw her on her knees before what looked to him like a bundle of
rags. At first, he thought surely the beast had shredded Loops, but he saw
the man lift a hand and drop it aside. He rushed forward with what energy
Please let me look. Let’s learn what’s wrong. He might just be exhausted.”
He found though that she would not yield. She held her position in
strong denial of his request, though he doubted what he told her had even
He heard her whisper to him. Pugh bent closer to hear if he was able
to speak. By and by, he mumbled to his wife but Pugh could not hear what
“He said he fell and injured his knee. He said he crawled here all
“My word,” Pugh said. He was amazed the man held the strength
Pugh had in one of his unused barn stalls a small sled that he used
in really deep snow to feed the animals with. The trees in the woods were
much too deep to allow a team and horses easy access so he couldn’t use
them. In either case, he would need to walk back to the barn to fetch
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He tapped her shoulder to get her full attention, for now, her
attention was directed solely on her husband. She finally turned worried
This will work much better than lugging him all the way to my cabin.”
She nodded but he could tell she had no idea what he had said. She
her injured husband. The man could scarcely move let alone defend her or
himself either.
“You must go with me, ma’am. I won’t leave you out here by
yourself.”
ever in his life heard. He felt the skin of his entire body creep and crawl
upward. He saw that if she heard the sound it certainly did not register, so
me. We’ll fetch your wagon, drive it into the woods as far as possible then
walk back and lug him up to it. That way you won’t have to help drag the
Her facial muscles crawled all over her face. He saw that she had
“No. You go. I can’t leave Ben out here. You can’t make me. I won’t
allow it.”
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He would have to tote the large man himself while she held up his
injured leg so that it didn’t drag the ground and further injure it. That is if
freeze to death before much longer. Ben’s been out in this all day. He’s
She gave in then, released her grip on Loops, raised her head from
no way I can carry him too awfully far in that manner. Afterward, I’ll
need to take him under the arms and drag him along.
“I want you to lift his injured leg as far off the ground as possible
so it don’t drag the ground. Think you can manage that? We don’t dare
He rose from the ground took his rifle, lifted the bottom hem of his
mackinaw, and stuck his rifle between his belt and his body. He then took
hold of Loops’ shoulders, lifted him upright, then caught another grip
around his midsection and lifted him all the way off the ground.”
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“You’re hurting him, sir. You’re hurting Ben. Lay him back,
please.”
He ignored her plea, bent deeply, and settled the injured man over
his right shoulder. The dogs by now were walking with their tails dragging
Pugh breathed deeply and shoved off with Belle following with her
rifle across her body. Pugh knew by the way she held it that she had
minutes. His breathing became short and in out in gasps that sounded
much like the low man at work in a sawpit, sawing back and forth
ceaselessly.
his shoulders as she watched on as if she had no idea that he was a mere
man and old at that. This was as far as he could carry him. Now he would
drag him along. This was the only means left to him.
He leaned against a tree for a long time recovering his wind. His
thighs were shaking from the overwhelming stress he had placed on them.
In time, he recovered his wind. He reached and took Ben under the
shoulders and lifted him up as high as possible. “Take hold of Ben’s leg,
ma’am. Don’t fret about the other one it will be okay to drag like it is. We
got our work cut out for us. If you get tired you just call out and we’ll
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stop to rest up. It’s still twenty or twenty-five minutes yet before we reach
my cabin.”
“Yes sir,” she answered and lifted the injured leg. Pugh saw for
once on this trip she was becoming aware of her surroundings and the dire
He started out and before he had traveled a hundred yards with the
dogs often in his way, his legs cramped so hard he felt like stopping,
laying down in the snow and giving in. The old man knew that once he
gave away to the pain, however, he would never find any relief. So he
pressed on. He kept waiting for her to call a halt but she didn’t. In the
end, he was the one who had to stop even though she protested loudly that
they go on.
“I got to rest a minute, Mrs. Loops. We’ll not make it out of these
woods if I don’t.”
That settled that. He stopped and knowing better than to sit in the
snow for fear of never rising again, he rested against a tree as he had
earlier. The old man had always loved the woods. He was completely at
home beneath the tall trees, but right now he would just about give
Sometime later, they pressed on with his thighs still crying out for
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Finally, they emerged from the woods. He nearly cried when he saw
the cabin with its welcoming light shining dimly through the tiny cracks
in the doorway.
On they both labored. By the time they reached the porch, Pugh
build up the fire. The dogs wouldn’t move far from his side, still much
frightened.
aid in their distress. Loops lay on old Pugh’s cot while his missus stroked
his head, and muttered love words into his ear much in the way Pugh had
Loops started shaking again with his teeth rattling like a shaken
him.
Old Pugh started the coffee pot and as soon as it was hot, he fetched
“I wanted for you to try to get Ben to sip some of it. It’ll likely
She took the cup and a few minutes later, he watched as Ben sipped
the hot liquid in noisy slurps. This pleased Pugh enough to turn away and
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go to the closet. He dragged out four heavy quilts that his wife had rotated
on their bigger bed so they would stay clean longer, for washing heavy
quilts and blankets was not an easy chore. Along with these, he fetched
out a blanket that he had always enjoyed sleeping beneath because of its
deep warmth.
He planned to ask them to stay with him until Ben recovered enough
to travel home. But she told him Ben wouldn’t like it and would insist that
he go home.
An hour later with Mrs. Loops’ careful attention, the warmth of the
bed next to the stove brought Ben out of his sleep. As good as this was,
though, he became aware of his pain once again and soon moaned out for
relief.
“I ain’t got a thing for him, Missus,” Pugh said in a shamed voice.
“That’s all right, sir. She said. “I have an elixir at home that works
well with pain. As soon as he’s home, I’ll dose him right good.”
Pugh said, “You recall what happened that hurt your leg? It ain’t
thought sure I was going to die out there all alone, and never see my good
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“No. I was on the bluff overlooking the river. I meant to walk down
below to that ledge that leads across the entire face of the bluff.”
“If you recall, old-timer, there are caves and shallower cavities in
the bluff that would make good shelters for man or beast. I meant to
search them and if I ran across the creature, I would shoot it dead inside
its hideout.”
forget that.”
had a pocket of cartridges. I reckon I would have bagged them all sure
“That beast robbed my smokehouse, sir. Took off with two whole
“Yes. I can. I have seen that gent. He’s a big beast. You have to see
Loops took it from her hand and sipped it. He removed it from his
lips then and said, “I do believe that you make the best cup of coffee I’ve
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Loops chuckled then. Pugh felt good that his friend and neighbor
was fast on the mend. “I tell you what, I want you two to stay here
tonight. I’ll drive over to your place tonight and feed your hogs. If you
don’t mind, I’ll camp out at your place and in the morning after I feed
your hogs again I’ll drive back here and feed mine. In a few days, I
reckon your leg will heal up enough that you can get back on the job.
He watched then as Loops passed the coffee cup into Belle’s hand.
walk outside and hunt up some chores to do. But when he attempted to
walk he cried in pain and would have fallen to the floor but fell back onto
“That settles that then,” Pugh said, and Loops didn’t argue.
The old man took off his mackinaw then. “Can’t go outside until I
warm up from the heat of the stove. If not, I’ll take a chill on the drive
over.”
“Yessir, I’ve heard folks say that,” Loops said and took over
here, old-timer, I’ll try to walk again in the morning. Could be I’ll be fit
enough to drive home and do my own blamed chores. I don’t like to have
to impose on you.”
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“I hear you, Loops,” Pugh said. “I’ll take a peek at the damage that
devil did. I’ll likely have to help you repair the smokehouse. Later, that
is.”
He warmed up, threw on his mackinaw, and stepped out into the
cold with the small dogs at his heel. The moon was showing now,
swinging about in the sky in all its fullness and glory in the frigid sky
“One night without them will work out all right, I suspect,” he said
to his dogs.
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The male watched his mate as she listened to the boy’s chest. By the
manner that she lifted her head from his chest, the big male knew that the
youth had died. She sat back on her haunches, stared down at her child for
a long time as if she expected him to rise from his bed any moment.
Later, she likely decided he would never rise again. He knew that
there was nothing left she could do for the youth except mourn.
She lay her head back and emitted a long, mournful cry that burst
from her chest in the truest, most primitive form of mourning. She
continued to mourn and with each outburst, her voice grew louder and
more mournful. Finally, she settled down to a regular but quieter song of
mourning.
An hour later, the large creature stood up and left the shelter. He
could take no more. He climbed to the top of the bluff, found a rock that
was free of snow. He sat down and studied the moon that was full and that
lit up the area nearly like daylight. As he stared at it, he felt a desire to
cry out as well, not because of the child, but because of the brightness of
the moon that cast a tragic aspect upon everything, and especially upon
his mind. He beat down the urge, however. One wailer at a time was
enough. It was much more peaceful on the bluff alone there with only he
and the moon. He had plenty of food in the shelter, so he had no desire to
go in search of game—game that had become more and more scarce since
it snowed. The deer could eat snow to prevent their death from lack of
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water, but sooner or later they would need to leave their places of shelter
and eat bark from the trees or if they grew lucky they might find a place
that was free of snow and with grass showing and feast on that. By that
time, his stash of meat might be gone or nearly gone. If so, he would be
ready for them when the deer left their sheltered sites out of the wind.
He had no concept of what an idea was but acted on impulse and the
opportunities that came his way. His mate was more adept at abstract
hillside. He saw a track in the snow where something had dragged itself
off or where something had dragged it off. He looked at the base of the
rock and saw footprints of a human. These were similar to the human
tracks of the man who lived in the cabin far above and in the direction
where the sun always fell below the tree line of an evening. But since he
did not know what or who had made them for sure, he followed them.
He followed the drag marks to where the land evened out at the top
of the hill. He walked faster because it was so light out even beneath the
canopy of the trees that by now were bare of leaves, he had no trouble
By and by, he saw where the snow was scuffed greatly due to some
activity or other. He read the story left by the tracks. He had been
following a man. He was sure of this now although the footprints at the
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base of the rock he had sat on told him they were for sure from a man-
creature. He had never eaten human meat in his life and in fact it had
more or less been taboo within his own kind. If conditions became so
scarce in food, it was likely they would have done so, but as far as he had
seen food had never been that scarce. The taboo might have been that the
He saw where the wounded creature had been packed off by another
being of its own species. The prints in the snow had become much deeper
with the added weight on the one packing it away. He saw that they were
made by the old man. By this, he saw that the man had been injured so
severely it was not able to walk under its own power. He followed.
He stopped at the edge of the woods where many trees were missing
the human. He scented the air. He detected horses in the structure south of
the house, and farther to the south the air sent him the rank smell of the
old hogs he had visited and where he had been injured. The air still held
the scent of the old man that he was most familiar with. But he was not
here now. The dogs too were missing. He scented that of the man he had
stolen from on his last trip. There was another being with him. They were
both holed up inside the cabin. He had observed in the past that the man
creatures were not well fitted for the cold weather. They did have pelts
though that could be removed and donned again with the turning of the
seasons.
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The dogs were gone. He had the run of the entire farm now. He
stepped boldly out from the woods and walked quickly off to the
smokehouse that he had robbed before. He had a sudden desire for honey
although it had made him sick the last time. He had no idea that he was allergic
to one of the flowers from which the bees had made it. The man had
several jugs left from the time when he and his mate and the child had
stolen all the honey they could pack off. He studied the smokehouse and
He climbed inside and since the dogs were not here to alert those
inside the cabin to his presence, he knocked off the wooden stopper in the
neck of the jug and drank an enormous quantity of honey where he stood.
last, he was nearly out of breath and he lowered the jug. He found his
wind soon and drank again, for nearly as long as he had the first time. He
lowered the container and learned from the loss of weight of the jug that
He recovered again and attacked the jug once more. This time when
he lowered it felt much lighter in his hand. He licked the neck of it, and
then tossed it aside empty. He grabbed up another one and left the
structure with his loot in hand as if it weighed little more than a twig.
small cedar tree and sat down on its boughs out of the snow. He attacked
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the second jug and an hour later, he tossed it away. He had consumed two
The honey had infused him with a glow and even though he was not
sleepy, he lay down on the soft boughs of the tree, and later fell asleep.
Deeper into the night, he woke up and made for the brush to empty
his gut. Diarrhea attacked him in vengeance for his greed. Each time he
attempted to lie back down, he was forced up again and to run off to the
brush. After a time of this, he grew too weak to go far and voided his
At last, his stomach settled down and he fell asleep once more.
He woke up several hours before the sun itself rose. He stood up but
nearly fell on his face. He was set upon by a severe case of the blind-
staggers. He wobbled over and leaned against a hickory tree and stood
there until the ground stopped violently spinning beneath his feet. He felt
so tired he was tempted to fall back on the bed he had made earlier, but he
felt the instinct to return to his mate. He was much too near the man’s
habitat to fall vulnerable to that creature. Perhaps, his mate could relieve
Soon, he tromped off through the snow and through the forest. He
had to stop and rest several times on his trip. By and by, he strode down
He took to his bed in the back of the shelter close to the wall.
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His mate was still deep into her mournful mood and after he lay
there he started to leave the shelter again, find another small cedar, and
build himself another bed. But when he stood up and attempted to walk he
fell to his knees and crawled back to his bed, dropped onto it, and fell
numerous he couldn’t remember them all. This caused nausea and he was
forced onto his knees again. He crawled to the entrance and vomited. He
then lay there face down exposed to the wind that screamed now in the
tops of the trees down below him in the depths of the chasm.
Later, his mate stood up fetched his deerskin, and placed it over
him. She took up her vigil by the side of her child and continued to
continuous wailing.
*****
The female ended her time of mourning two days later. She was hungry
and ate hog meat until her stomach stood out before her as if she were
pregnant. Now she had time to attend to her mate, although she still had
no medicinal roots with which she could dose him. She stooped beside him
and felt his forehead. It was as cold as the outdoors. Never had she ever
from too much to eat, which is what she imagined had happened to him.
He had nearly died early in the spring of the past year by consuming too
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much of the sweet stuff inside the jugs from the old human’s outbuilding.
This, she decided, was his problem and it had apparently killed him.
She sat away from him and attempted to mourn for him, but she was
empty of wailing and misery. She sat there a good long while. In time, as
the sun stood more or less overhead in its winter track, she took up what
was left of one of the sides of pork. This would last her until she needed
to kill a deer, and this would be sometime later—at least until the snow
melted. She felt that soon the weather would warm and this would melt the
cover of snow enough that the deer could emerge from their warm places
of refuge. She would be able to eat on deer meat again for she much
She stooped again at the child’s side and felt his forehead for some
heat of life. He was cold as the walls of their shelter. She did the same for
her mate. He was cold as well. She flung the side of meat over her
forded the river and headed east. She had no plan but walked in the
reverse of the direction that she had followed her mate for so long. If she
found more of her kind that would a bonus. Ice crusted lightly at the edge
of the river. She crunched through it, up and out of the river.
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She walked over the snow-packed, but even ground on the east side
for an hour then attacked the far hill that she had often watched the sun
bounce off of from the shelter with the sun breaking over the one she had
just vacated.
She reached the top of the steep hill, turned, and peered back across
the void. She saw the bluff where their shelter was. A sudden rush of
elation consumed her then and she yelled out to the world, not in
responsibilities she had taken on. She only had herself now to take care
of.
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From time to time Belle Loops heard the screaming that to her sometimes
sounded like someone deep in mourning. But it was also eerie and it
frightened her. Her fingernails clutched her palms so fiercely that she
looked at them once and saw that they were seeping blood. She attempted
to halt the act but she was still too frightened to do so. Ben Loops was
deep asleep and had been for some time. Belle had scooted up one of the
The screams continued but finally, her tired brain found a way to
ignore them and she fell asleep in her chair. Belle’s sleep was shallow
though and she woke up many times to the screaming voice that seemed to
call for some form of help. She listened to it each time it awoke her.
Later, from the mercy of God, she fell asleep once again.
The last time she woke up, she found no way to ignore the
screaming. She listened to it for the rest of the night. By and by, the moon
fell over the west hill and the trees that covered it. It grew even darker
inside the cabin. An hour later, she could see all the way across the room.
This made her happy. She stirred herself, went outside to the outhouse,
and nearly froze in the act of voiding her bladder. At home, she had a
chamber pot that she used to relieve herself from braving the weather,
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She made a silent prayer for the rapid recovery of her husband as
well as for the welfare of the old man. When she muttered “Amen” Ben
This made her feel even happier. Hunger rarely came to a sick
She found the bacon and the coffee and pot along with the pail of
water. She made coffee and sliced up several slices for him as well as for
herself. When the coffee finished she took the cup Ben had used the night
before, poured it to the rim, and as she approached him, found that he was
sitting up and reaching for it. When he took the steaming coffee cup in
hand, she stepped back to the stove and finished frying bacon.
She watched over him while he ate, and when he said he was full,
she dished out thick slices of bacon for herself along with a piece of bread
that she saw would soon mold over. She made a mental note then to search
the cupboards and if she found the proper ingredients she planned to bake
several loaves of bread for old Pugh. Much to her distress, she found not a
single egg. This was another thing she would box up for Pugh, even
though their hens were producing only a few eggs a day because of the
She was washing the dishes she had dirtied and just as she hung up
the dish towel she heard the old man speaking to his team. She searched
for a window but found that he had boarded it up, probably because he had
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broken the pane, and had no replacement. But she listened on and heard
the sounds of boots as they crunched over the crusted, frozen snow.
“Sounds that way,” she answered. “You just stay put now, Ben
Loops. I don’t want you trying to get up and about just yet. If so, you’ll
have a setback and will be down even longer. We need to get back home
as soon as we can.”
“Your mind might be,” she said, “but your body won’t allow it. Not
yet. When you’re fit to do the feeding we’ll go then. I ain’t going to do
Ben Loops laughed then and sat up higher in bed. Just then a rap
“My word,” Belle said. “That man seems to think he’s the visitor
instead of us.”
Adam Pugh shoved open the door, stepped inside with the dogs in a
“Don’t worry none about that. My wife sat up all night in the chair
there. I tried to entice her to hop in bed with me, but she wouldn’t hear of
it.”
“Ben Loops,” she rang out. “If I had the poker I swear I would rap
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Belle turned to the old man. “He’s just filled with jokes, Mr. Pugh.
Pugh nodded and said, “This means he’s feeling better than he was
Pugh ignored this. “I fed your hogs, Ben. Milked the cow. The
horses I fed as well as the cow and the chickens you have roosting in the
barn rafters.”
“I’m thankful that the beast had no taste for chickens. I’ll tell you
that. I would still be after that big ugly thing if he had.” He was feeling
“I’m glad you are feeling like joking, Ben. Sure am.”
“No trouble, no ma’am. Saw nothing down and nothing back. Didn’t
even see a bird. I’d better go feed my own hogs now, I reckon. Had to
“Mr. Pugh,” she said. “Have you heard anything out of the
“No, ma’am. Not since we heard that thing screaming while we were
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“You were too worried to hear it, I suspect, ma’am. But it was
there. I figure it was the stranger howling at the moon. Kind of like a wolf
oftentimes does.”
“Well, of course not, you were snoring too loud to hear anything
else.”
gal.”
“I would have but Mr. Pugh returned before I had the chance.”
Later, the old man entered the cabin. Belle stood up and said, “I’ll
The old man peeled out of his coat and looked into her eyes with a
lopsided almost embarrassed look on his face. “No need. I fixed a bite at
your place, ma’am. I hope I wasn’t being too bold. But when I saw them
It’s good you made yourself at home. I wish you would have fetched
a few eggs for yourself. I was ready to bake a few loaves for you, but you
had no eggs.”
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“Nope. The foxes are so bad that I stopped trying to raise hens. It
was like I was raising them to feed the foxes. So I stopped that old
“What’s wrong with your pups they didn’t keep them run off, old-
timer?” Loops said, still in a cheerful mood. “I would have thought any
kind of dog creature would keep the varmints out of your barn.”
“I see you don’t have many foxes around you, Ben,” Pugh said.
“I think the rabbits keep them too busy to worry about the hens, and
They talked all day long and Ben Loops attempted to test his knee
with Belle at his side. He took a step with the good leg and when he put
his weight on the bad one, he nearly collapsed and would have but Pugh
“That’s all for you, mister,” she told him and helped him back to
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The beast awoke. He felt groggy. He attempted to sit up but fell back on
his bed from dizziness. He recalled nothing. Not even why he came to find
himself lying near the entrance of the shelter instead of on his furs.
He had awakened from a deep coma that had lasted several days,
which was deep enough that he was nearer death than he was to live. His
He cast about for his mate, but he didn’t see her anywhere in the
shelter. He stepped deeper inside, located his furs, fell on them, and
the shelter. He lay there a while and allowed the sun to penetrate into his
bone marrow. Later, he was nearly overcome with hunger. He tore off a
large portion of hog meat from the last remaining side. He attacked it as if
it were an enemy he needed to defeat without even noticing that the other
All that day, he ate, then rested, and ate again and again. On the
On the third day, he awoke to find himself nearly out of food. Soon,
he would need to go out on a hunt. Perhaps the deer had come out of their
smokehouses. He was growing familiar with the places now, both of them.
But the one was much farther from his shelter. He decided then that if the
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deer were not out as yet he would go to the old man’s smokehouse. There
was still hog meat there that for some reason the old man had decided not
to use.
On the next day, he had depleted all his food. The juvenile still lay
as he had been even before he had fallen down in a coma. Without a doubt
the youth was dead. He would leave him where he was. By the time the
body began to turn so sour that not even he could stand to be near it,
warm weather will have returned and he would leave the shelter and move
on. If his mate didn’t return by then, he would abandon her. The wolves
would clean up the body and scatter the bones far and wide. So much so
that no one would ever know them for what they really were. They would
His meat disappeared down his gullet. He left the shelter in search
of the prints of deer. He liked the taste of wild food much better than that
much easier to obtain, and this held a strong attraction for him.
He hunted all day long. The woods were free of tracks, except for
squirrels and the other smaller rat-like creatures that were swift as
to ease his hunger pains. He had eaten them as a youngster and had
enjoyed them, but it was much like eating the wild grapes that grew from
vines that attached themselves to trees. The humans called them possum
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grapes, although he had no way of knowing that. They tasted good but it
His mate was not there. The child still lay on the floor as frozen and stiff
as ice. He sat in the shelter and watched as the shadows fell over the
missing. His mate had never been away from him for so long. Now he felt
puzzled. Perhaps she had gone off somewhere to die. He had no idea. He
sat up late. The moon passed over the shelter out of his sight, and here he
followed his instincts and lay down and slept. Perhaps when he awakened
The next morning his hunger was stronger. His stomach now
sounded like a waterfall. As soon as the sun rose above the hillside
All-day he hunted. For some reason, the deer were still hanging
tight. Perhaps another large storm was building and would erupt today in
large drifts of snow. But if so, why hadn’t the deer left their shelters and
were to survive another lean time in the cover of the heavy brush. He gave
up and tromped on. He picked a spot on a deer trail and sat in ambush, and
man’s abode.
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fading away. He slept. The next day, he waited on his bed for dark to go
out again. He needed the darkness to hide his movements in the old man’s
yard.
again but do it in silence. If the old man had not retrieved the hog meat
that was hanging there on his last visit, he would take all he could carry.
time he saw the faint light escaping between the cracks in the walls of the
old man’s shelter, it was fully dark. He would need to wait no longer. He
searched the place to see if the human was outside. He caught the peculiar
scent of horses. Once more his greed overcame his better instincts. He
would enter the barn and if the horses were not too excited by his
presence, he would kill one. It would be hard because of his weakness but
he could drag one of them off. If the large animals made too much noise
before he made his attack, he would run off into the woods, wait until
much later then return, and this time he would carry off the hog meat
He crossed the yard still covered in snow. His feet crunched beneath
his feet but not so loud as to alert the dogs, for they were the ears for the
old man. This human had shot him once and he didn’t want that to happen
again.
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both of them. Quietly, he crept forward. He reached their stall and peered
into the darkness. He saw them lying down. He stepped through the open
Both horses leaped up at the same time. Together they raised a loud
din of panic. He could feel the fright in their screams. This was not good.
the way. It reversed course then and attacked the south wall. The kicking
racket along with the screaming voices of both creatures would surely
He spun on his heel and ran out of the barn. He crossed the yard in
long strides, running full out. As he reached the edge of the woods, he
heard the popping sound that he associated with the bright stinging
He felt no pain this time. No stinging sensation like the other time
—no pain at all. He ran on into the forest and five minutes later he was far
away from the old man’s shelter. He stopped and waited to see if the man
followed, if he did follow, he would kill him. He sat there for fifteen
minutes and learned that he was not being pursued. He would wait here
until later—early in the morning before daylight, he would return and this
time he would come up from the south and enter the smokehouse for the
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and strode off back the way he had just come from in his run away from
the man’s cabin. He traveled to the south and at the point halfway between
the hogpen and the smokehouse, he stepped out of the brush and walked
He had noticed earlier that the old man had not repaired the
shattered wall of the place that held the meat he needed for survival.
Moments later, he stepped inside the structure and saw that three
sides of meat still hung there. For some reason, the old man had avoided
the meat. But didn’t know it was because his defecation much earlier had
spoiled the meat for the old man or that he planned to burn the structure
He hauled down the hung pork sides, tossed them over his shoulder,
portion of it right here. But he fought down the desire, stepped back
through the shattered wall and on outside the structure. He left the one
open area that he must cross to reach the safety of the woods. He heard no
He stepped forward out into the light of the half-moon and when he
heard no challenge from the cabin, he ran as swiftly as possible across the
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snowy yard and entered the forest. Just as he did so, he heard the pop of
the old man’s stick. He hurried his pace and walked on still nearly starved
down.
the two sides of pork meat in the snow and attacked it. He stuffed his
back to the shelter and eat the rest of his meal without the need to keep
Later, he walked the narrow ledge high above the river, entered the
shelter, and passed on inside. He stepped past the body of the juvenile,
careful not to step on it. For some reason, he was more respectful of the
body than he had been of the child when it was still living. He knew the
coyotes and wolves would eat the body and scatter the bones later on after
he left the area. But there was nothing he could do about that. But he
would protect it from these creatures while he was still here. No coyote or
wolf would eat the child in his presence. If the deer didn’t come from
their dens he would find another lodging of a human and steal from his
stores.
His mate had not returned and nothing was left now to hold him
here he planned to press on in the direction he had taken when he had left
the old area of his youth. His instincts told him long ago this was the way
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to go. In time perhaps he would find a much deeper forest where the game
was more abundant, where he would never go hungry again. If his mate
didn’t follow him, his lust would force him to take a new one, if there
were any living there when he reached the deep forest he hoped to find.
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Chapter Thirty-Seven
Old Pugh heard the racket of the horses. The dogs sounded off as well.
They ran to the door, leaped upon it, and scratched to be let out. He knew
better than to allow this and wondered if they would even step outside if
he allowed it. They were as frightened of what lay on the outside of his
cabin as he was, perhaps even more so. Their cowardice had shown itself
“Hush up,” he said. He took his rifle, went to the door. “Now you
gents just shut up. You’re both too smart to charge outside to meet that
Pugh cracked the door. He held back the lead dog, Melvin, with a
foot that blocked his way. He peered out into the light of the half-moon
that lit the yard. He was just in time to see the creature reach the woods
and soon disappear. He fired at it all the same with no expectation for
success.
He moved back and closed the door. He said, “Well, there you go,
good sirs. He’s gone and don’t you dare strike up again. I’ve had too
His guests, Belle and Ben Loops, had returned to their own house
and taken up their own chores. So, he felt alone as he ever had in his life.
He sort of enjoyed their company while they were here and now that they
were gone, he missed their idle chitchat. He had nearly forgotten what it
was to hear the voice and calm good sense women often make. His own
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wife had filled his cabin with such as this. But no more. She was gone
forever. Soon, he would join her. At least this was his warmest and most
fervent desire.
He sat at the table with the rifle across his lap. He thought of the
offer his wife’s brother had presented him. He would have taken the offer
if not for leaving his wife here. She would be all alone here in her grave
and though he was well aware that she wouldn’t know of it, he couldn’t
bring himself to do that. With his decision made, he felt much better in
mind than he had been ever since his brother-in-law had invited him to
come to live with him. His place was here with her. He made a mental
note to ask Ben Loops to bury him alongside Sarah. He had already dug
his own grave where it lay filled with frozen rain, covered by snow. Just
waiting for him to die. A gent never knew for sure when his days were
over. The hump of dirt lay nearby just waiting for someone to drop it on
his body and fill up the grave. This further satisfied his mind.
After a spell, he thought of all he had in his mind, and with the dogs
Adam Pugh awoke before the sun rose, for this late in the season, it
always slept late, but the old man had little desire to do that as well.
Soon, he would have time to rest. Now he planned to enjoy this world as
best he could.
The dogs were at his side as he ate his bacon and enjoyed his
coffee, taking small sips at a time to avoid a burnt tongue for that would
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do about the enormous beast that had taken a liking to his woods and
joining him on a hunt for the beast. Ben had said that he knew where the
animal had its den. So it would merely take a long walk and a true shot
from their rifles to do the beast in. Ben Loops was likely ten years
younger than Pugh the old man thought, but the trip would be filled with
danger for them both. Loops had already suffered a badly strained knee.
Later he and his dogs went out to do the feeding and as they
returned he saw the tracks the beast had left in the night. He followed
stepped closer to the rift in the wall, they commenced growling in their
bravest voices.
He peered inside, and sure enough, two of the slabs of meat were
“I thought so, gents,” he. Well, I suspect he’ll be back in a few days
or so. We’ll fix him then. Now hush up and come with me.”
He hitched the horses to the wagon and drove off toward Louvin. He
didn’t see Loops as he passed by his house but that was all right, if he was
out and about when he returned later, he would stop and chat then. He
would ask him then to drop him in his grave as a favor, then fill it in with
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the post office to check if he had any mail. On top of that, he planned to
mail the letter to his brother-in-law, rejecting his offer to live with him. It
had taken him some time to write it down and hoped Sarah’s brother
would not be insulted at his refusal. The man was probably as lonesome as
he was. His wife had died even longer back then Sarah had. By now, he
The same young teller that had bought the envelope that was
“Yes sir,” he said, and as he walked off to check the slots for mail,
any letter at all, but since he was here to mail the letter he had so
laboriously written, the boy might as well check his box for incoming
mail.
circular. That’s probably good, though. Now you won’t have to worry
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“Well, sent to Darling I see. I hope you get a piece of return mail,
Mr. Pugh.”
“If so, I’ll give you the stamp if that’s what you want.”
He left the post office then and spoke to his dogs as they both stood
upon the wagon seat trying to take in all the frantic movement of horses
and buggies and wagons as well as foot traffic, and tried to do it all at the
same time, which forced them to spin on their feet in turning to follow all
the activity.
He left the general store with a bundle under an arm. The item he
climbed in the wagon, placed his bundle at his feet, lifted the reins, and
As it turned out, Ben Loops was in his barn dropping hay into a
stall that housed his team. Pugh turned in and drove up to the barn and
stopped. Loops halted work and peered outside as if he couldn’t see good
enough to recognize who had just driven up to his barn in a wagon. Pugh
figured this was because he was looking from the gloom of the barn out
Pugh watched him lean his pitchfork against the outer wall of the
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“Why looky here,” he said. “If it ain’t the old-timer. How’re you
doing, mister? You step down from that wagon and we’ll go inside. We’ll
“Well, sir,” Pugh said. “I’m in kind of a hurry. If you want to know
the truth.”
grave if you don’t watch out.” Loops laughed then. He seemed to have
healed nicely from his sprained knee, Pugh saw. “You just step out of that
wagon and walk with me up to the house. Belle is nearly as starved for
good company as I am. We’ll drink some coffee and she was fixing to
“Well, come with me then, and we’ll see if we can find us a slab.
“Yes sir. I do.” This was all the temptation needed to fetch him off
They sat at the table each eating a slice of pie and drinking coffee.
Pugh finished his and slid the empty plate back out of his way, and sipped
his coffee.
He wanted one very much but wasn’t ready to show off his hoggish
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“We got plenty,” she assured him as all people do who have
“I’d love another one, ma’am. But I have to refuse. I got things I
“No ma’am. You stay here with us. It’s not often I get to hear the
Ben Loops roared out in laughter. “Pugh, you should hear her when
she’s in a rough mood. She sure ain’t gentle then or even close to it.”
She slapped him on the shoulder and sat back in her chair with her
Belle stood up and walked to the stove, fetched back the coffeepot,
and poured Pugh’s cup full. Ben Loops shoved his cup out for a refill too.
She shoved it back. “Nope. If you recall, sir, you ain’t supposed to get too
keen with the coffee.” She walked the pot back to the stove, while Loops
sat there disappointed. “She said over her shoulder, “I let you have this
cup because you have company, Ben. So don’t get used to it.”
By and by, old Pugh got around to asking the favor he’d stop by to
ask. “You know I already dug my grave right there alongside Sarah’s side.
What I need is to see if when I die you’ll drop me in it and cover me up.”
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“Thank you, sir,” Pugh said. “I figured you would but if I hadn’t
asked how would you have known to do it, right? Another thing is, my
pups. I would like to know if you might be able to take them in as well?
They are great dogs to drive creatures with as I’m sure you already know
that.”
Loops sat there so long in thought, old Pugh thought for sure that he
was about to turn him down. “I’d be most pleased to have your dogs. They
are what you say too. I’ve watched them drive your hogs off to market
ever since you got them. I’ve always wanted a pair like those. I’m right
thrilled you thought to give them to me, old-timer. Sure as the world, I
am.”
Pugh told him then that the beast had returned and robbed his
smokehouse again. “I plan to kill them or at least the big male. I haven’t
seen his missus lately or the child either. So I don’t know if they’re still
hanging around.”
“I know where they got their nest,” Loops told him. “Any time you
Pugh saw Belle wrinkle her face at this and figured she was fixing
to protest. “Nah,” he said. “I aim to do it the easy way. Later on, I’ll come
to fetch Ben and he can lead me up to their nest to see if I got him.
“I reckon if I didn’t slay him, well what with the other two there, if
they are, we’ll have to shoot our way out of there.” He turned to Belle
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then. “Will you loan me your husband for a morning, ma’am? I’d sure
appreciate it.” The way the old man had phrased it, left her little choice.
“I guess so if you promise to bring him back all of a piece, sir. I’m
All three laughed at this. Pugh visited longer than he had planned
but he was in dire straits for human company and was reluctant to leave.
Later, she offered him a third cup of coffee, so he knew it was time to
leave. He had chores yet to do and figured that Loops did as well.
He drove back home in a good mood for the company had fired his
spirit. It was good to have friends. He had cleared up the matter with his
peaceful satisfaction as he backed his wagon and team into the barn at
home.
By the time he finished feeding the hogs the sun was down and he
didn’t have time to set his trap tonight. But tomorrow was another day, as
they say, and besides that, he was sure the beast would not return until it
had eaten the loot he’d stolen the last time. The dogs followed him as he
walked to the cabin and found their place at the stove and watched him as
After they ate, he took up his old family bible and read again from
the Psalms. Following this, he smoked his pipe in peace and waited until
bedtime. By the time he crawled into bed, the dogs were fast asleep.
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Chapter Thirty-Eight
The next day Pugh took down the package he’d obtained at the General
from sweat and the sun. They had no holes in them, though, for he didn’t
want any of the poison to invade the skin. He smeared the strychnine all
over the inside and outside of the side of pork hanging from its ceiling
timber. He smeared the dope on so thick that he allowed that even a small
amount would kill the beast. He had used it before to get rid of foxes, and
although it had worked fine at the time, he fell on the idea much too late
foxes in the area that had moved in. If he ever wanted to raise more hens
he would need to use the agent again when the foxes made their return. He
finished his little project, wrapped up what was left, and placed it high on
He wasn’t after foxes this time. It was a bigger beast that he needed
to eliminate now. Finished setting his trap, he stood back, removed the
gloves, and studied his work. The strychnine covered the side of meat so
well that it shone in the light of day. He wondered then if he might have
gone too heavy with it. He saw no way he could have done so though, so
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to Big Red.”
*****
Several days following old Pugh’s visit to their place, Ben Loops, and
“How does he plan to shed the world of that beast, Ben?” Belle
forked up a bite of egg and watched her husband, in wait for an answer.
Loops was more interested right then in eating than any other thing but
eventually, he paused, looked up from his plate, and said, “He didn’t say.
Belle chewed her egg and then took a bite of bacon. “Why? Is it a
“He’s an old man,” Ben answered and then attacked his eggs again.
“Strychnine.”
poison often used to kill varmints, foxes, and rats and such as that or any
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Belle paused and studied him. She then sipped her coffee from her
saucer using both hands. “Have we ever used it? I mean you. Have you
“Nope. I started to once a few years ago when the barn was being
overrun with rats. But I decided to shoot them instead. I took my .22 rifle,
and sat in the hayloft, looking down on the breezeway and shot them
“That was the noise I heard then,” she said. “A few years back
seems to me.”
so many shells I allowed it would have been cheaper if I’d used strychnine
instead. It took me a good long time to pick up all them varmints, toss
*****
Adam Pugh was confused. He had expected Old Red to return by now, and
haul off the poisoned meat. It had been two weeks. He still hadn’t taken
the bait.
“Well, Melvin, why is it you reckon that old boy ain’t come back
yet? Maybe he lit out for more prosperous pickings. Wouldn’t that be a
blessing though?”
Melvin looked up at the old man with a look on his face that old
Pugh thought for a time that he might tell him the answer to his question
at any moment.
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He and the two dogs left the smokehouse where they had just run
their trap and headed to the granary to fetch his bucket of corn to feed the
hogs. Afterward, they returned and entered the cabin where he started
supper.
*****
The red beast was now killing deer. They had returned just a day before he
was to return to the old man’s smokehouse to replenish his pork supply
and he still hadn’t decided to move on. The animals he killed, however,
There was absolutely no fat at all on their bones and this made for poor
eating. All deer were lean, but they did have some fat on them and this
gave them flavor. He now enjoyed the pork of the old man’s smokehouse
over them and would until they fed enough to replenish their fat.
Tonight, he would return to the old man’s place and steal the last of
the pork. This would last until the deer fed enough to gain at least a
portion of their fat, for he was tired of killing them and being able to eat
but a small amount of them because of their shrunken size. When the deer
returned back to their normal state he would feast on them once again.
The pork still hanging in the smokehouse would last him a short time.
Next, he would have to return to the other human’s place, although this
man was younger and possessed more determination and stamina than did
the old man, which made him more dangerous. That and the fact of the
sticks he carried with him all the time made him nearly his equal in size.
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climbed the hill to the top, and took off in a hurry through the forest.
Later, he squatted and made a survey of the old man’s yard. He failed to
see him anywhere, but humans he had found were unpredictable, and he
He saw the light from inside the old man’s shelter through the tiny
outside, that it would be possible to rip the door off and enter the cabin if
brute force. Just because the human that occupied the cabin was old didn’t
mean he was too weak to ignite the fire, the lead, and the noise from his
weapon. He scented the two dogs inside the cabin as well. He was safe
from them. They were no danger to him physically except they had acute
hearing and would alert the old man, which would bring him outside with
his stick.
and rushed across the yard and on up to the damaged wall on the south
side of the cabin away from any eyes that might want to search for danger.
He saw the lone jug of honey and the sight caused him to nearly
throw up his stomach of the poor deer meat he had eaten. One of the bad
things about stealing food from humans he had learned was that sometimes
the food they used was bad for him and his kind.
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Without looking at the pork meat, he took the side down from the
hook that tethered it there. He stepped outside, paused at the corner of the
stepped out into the open, exposed to the cabin. He rushed across the
barren yard and entered the woods. He didn’t stop until he was far from
the cabin. He dropped the pork meat on the snow that remained on the
ground and tore off a large hunk. His sharp teeth ripped off a mouthful
and held it in hand. As he was fixing to stuff it deep into his mouth, he
saw something glisten in the poor light of the forest. He chewed on. The
pork was bad. For some reason, it tasted much different than it had before.
He spat out the mouthful and looked at the remainder of the meat. The
interior of the pork side was covered completely with something that he
figured was bad for him, at least it tasted bad. Because the honey he had
stolen had made him sick, he was now wary of any food he stole from the
old man. The surface of the meat shone in the light where the old man had
The old man’s over diligence had given away his trap.
The red creature rose to his full height. He tossed back his head and
roared out his anger. The sound rang loudly throughout the forest and any
being on the other side of the river far away could have heard it easily so
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He stalked off and left it for whatever creature that might possess a
smokehouse of the other human. If the man there hadn’t repaired and
strengthened the rent in the wall he had torn off, he would have little
trouble entering and carrying off enough pork to last him for some time.
Shortly, he reached the field that he’d crossed some time ago and
had been shot at by this man. He passed through the small area of woods
that was a buffer between the property of this human and the true forest
olfactory senses told him that nothing had changed, the hogs were still in
their pen. The horses were inside the barn. The chickens—too small for
him to bother with—were on their roost in the rafters of the barn. His nose
told him too that there still were no dogs here. He felt secure.
the brush that had hidden him, crossed the road that by now showed the
passage of wagons coming and going, which had worn down the snow that
announcing its need for attention. He walked on. Soon, he stood before the
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rent in the wrecked wall. He peered inside wary of an ambush of any kind.
He chose the fattest side of pork he saw hanging from its hook. He
butcher shop. He slung it over the other shoulder and stepped with caution
outside. He hadn’t awoken the hogs or the horses. Not even a chicken
scuffled about in the barn. He hurried across the road and when he
reached the field he stopped, lay the pork down, studied it closely for
danger. He found nothing that warned him off so he ate a good portion of
meat, and when his stomach was somewhat satisfied, he took up his
burdens again.
eating all he desired, lay the pork aside, lay down, and fell asleep.
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Chapter Thirty-Nine
The sun had yet to poke its head over the east hill, which was usual at this
time of year when old Pugh went out to feed the creatures. The sun always
seemed lazy at this time of the year. So he missed the fresh tracks coming
from the woods, across the yard, and into the smokehouse. So he finished
feeding the horses and then went inside the cabin to feed himself and his
dogs.
At ten o’clock and with the sun swinging free of all earthly
obstacles and shining brightly he stepped outside again. At some time the
horses had shoved out a few logs in the south wall. He figured this had
happened the night he had heard them screaming their heads off. At any
the fresh tracks of the red beast. He marveled at their huge size.
He stopped. The dogs noticed he had done so and they too stopped
“Bless me,” Pugh mumbled. “Big Red done made his return, Melvin.
He walked on to the barn, passed it by, and walked to the south side
“Just as I figured, boys. He took the bait. Took long enough. But
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the stall that the horses had shoved out then. Finished, he walked outside
with the dogs in a trail. It was time for his dinner bacon and a cup of
coffee.
Ben Loops and his wife, Belle came wheeling up the lane flinging snow
Pugh knew by the urgency in his voice that something was afoot. He
“Yours too?”
“Yes sir, that’s what I’m telling you. He carried off that whole hog
I bought from you this time. The last time he took two of them—old
ones.”
This was curious. Pugh wondered why Big Red had robbed him and
“I grabbed up my gun and was fixing to follow him again, but Belle
“I told him that if he was fixing to run off chasing, that beast
through the forest that I wouldn’t stay there, Mr. Pugh. That creature
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might still be there in the woods below the house waiting for an
Pugh invited them in with Loops wanting to rush off right then in
pursuit of the robber. But he managed to calm down long enough to step
inside following Belle and with old Pugh bringing up the rear.
Pugh wondered what would make his cabin any safer than their own
house, but he didn’t utter this thought aloud. It was certain that he
Old Pugh took his Winchester, loaded it, and stuffed a pocket of his
overalls with cartridges. He was ready. It was time to kill the fearsome
beast or to pack up and leave. He was much too old to hunt up another
place to live in. There were no options left to him. He had to kill the
beast.
Pugh saw by the stern set of his jaws that Loops was determined
that she stay, but the one word of protest was all he managed to say.
She turned to him and said, “It depends on what it is, Mr. Pugh.”
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Belle Loops stared at his face studying it for any signs that he was
trying to treat her childishly. By and by, she sighed in defeat. Evidently,
the look on the old man’s face turned her from her plan of going with
them. “Yes. I reckon I will.” She turned then to her husband. “Ben Loops.
If you get hurt or killed. I don’t know what I’ll be able to do without you.
Loops started to reply, but she cut him off. She said then to old
Pugh, “Mr. Pugh will you see he doesn’t do anything that’ll get him
killed?”
“Yes ma’am,” he said, “I’ll do it, For sure, I will. We’ll be back
before dark.”
“See you do,” she said. She turned then, found the old man’s often
neglected broom, and started sweeping the floor to ban her worries.
them to stay by driving them from the with a foot that obstructed their
path.
They crossed the yard, entered the woods, and later they found the
remains of the discarded side of pork that the old man had rubbed up with
strychnine.
Ben Loops bent over the pork side and studied it. He saw the shine
of the strychnine in the sunshine. “Here’s the reason, old-timer. You put
the dope on much too heavy. He likely saw it, maybe smelled it too, if it
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has an odor, which I can’t detect, but sure ain’t going to stick my nose up
“Well, sir,” Pugh said, “I’d hoped he’d eat enough of that stuff to
bring him down, but it seems likely he didn’t swallow any at all. See,
there’s where he tasted some and spit it out on the ground.” He pointed
toward a large piece of meat that had been chewed on but likely hadn’t
“Well, one thing’s for now, Loops. He won’t be dead when we find
him, and that’s exactly what I’d planned on too. Ahh well.”
him a lick.”
They reached the hill that overlooked the river. They then stood and
looked out across the void between where they now stood and the river
By and by, Ben Loops took a better grip on his rifle, and said, “This
is it then, I reckon. You want to you can turn around and go back home,
in our lifetime, even during the war, and that was plenty dangerous.”
missus if I come dragging in without you, Loops? Don’t talk that kind of
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Down the hill they walked, going at it with their feet turned slightly
to the slant of the hillside, fighting the tug of gravity that attempted with
each step taken to drop them all the way down to the river bottom. They
reached the ledge and Loops paused. He pointed ahead. Old Pugh saw the
cave or what looked like a cave from this angle. He nodded and they crept
on.
Minutes later, they reached the point where they would need to
climb several yards up the steep bank to reach the entrance. Pugh knew
that one slip and he would likely be way below in a matter of seconds,
that or in the top of one of the tall sycamore trees on the hillside below
the ledge. He saw the deer hides down there that Big Red’s mate had
tossed off the ledge to the crows for cleaning before she reclaimed what
few she would be able to, for some of them were too high up to knock
Old Pugh nodded and Loops scaled the bank and waited there. Pugh
reached him next and together they stepped inside. The first thing the old
man saw was the corpse of the juvenile, dead now for some time. He saw
too that this was merely a shelter instead of a full-sized cave. The sight of
the juvenile chilled him slightly. In the face, the young beast looked too
much like a human youngster for him to comprehend. Farther back in the
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animals the creatures had slain and eaten. The entire place stank like
Big Red reared up from his bed then and both men stepped
them even from this distance and was too huge for human belief. No
wonder he could pack off two whole hogs with little trouble. The beast
Loops froze in place. The beast eventually took a step toward them,
Loops fired his rifle off. His slug was followed instantly by one
Instead of falling, the beast lunged closer. Pugh fired again, jacked
the spent casing out, and fired again, backing for the entrance at the same
time. He heard Loops firing his rifle, and the small shelter rang his head
space. He heard slugs whine past his ears as they bounced off the walls
Big Red forced them backward, all the way to the entrance. Pugh
chasm. Loops fired again. The old man fired at nearly the same instant.
The beast roared then and the sound of his voice so near almost
forced Pugh to his knees. Both men fired into his wide chest and backed
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all the way outside. Pugh pulled the trigger of his Winchester just then,
but the rifle had spat out its last cartridge. Ben Loops fired off another
one. Pugh watched as dust flew from the fearsome beast’s hairy chest. He
dug into a pocket of his overalls and slid down to the ledge. He was soon
The beast slid down the bank to the ledge, regained his balance, and
stumbled toward them, wounded but Pugh knew not how badly. Shells fell
from Loops hands, so rushed was he to slip them into the cartridge
chamber.
Old Pugh fired and hit the beast squarely in the area of the heart. He
jacked out the spent cartridge casing and fired again. The beast was nearly
on Ben Loops. Loops had his attention on loading his rifle and didn’t look
The beast stopped his stumbling charge. He stepped back a few feet,
then took another backstep. By and by, he attempted to turn around and
walk off in the opposite direction. His turning weight swung him much too
far to the side and gravity combined with his weight, plunged him over the
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Old Pugh sank then to both knees, nearly in shock. His rifle was
still in hand, empty now. He came around eventually and listened for a
“Ben. Ben Loops. You hear me?” His own voice was shaky at best.
But Loops was breathing in gasps that didn’t penetrate deep into the lungs
“Ben?”
stepped toward Loops. Before he reached him, however, Loops gained his
“I thought sure you were done for, Ben. What would I have said to
your wife?”
“You right sure we ain’t both done in, old-timer? I figure we might have
died and are just living through our memories.” He chuckled again. This
Ben slapped him on the shoulder. “We got him, mister. We got that
fell beast.”
They sat down with their feet dangling over the ledge like boys out
for an adventure.
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“That’s what happened to him then? The last I knew was I was
attribute it to divinity.”
“Yes, sir. I emptied my rifle in him. It took forever, but finally, the
slugs took effect. He plunged off into the chasm. He’s down there
Loops reached out and gripped the old man’s shoulder. “Listen, old-
timer, whatever you do, don’t speak to Belle about how close she was to
being a widow.”
“I’ll keep this to myself, Ben. Don’t worry. You can tell her we
killed the thing right easy—if that’s what you want. Another thing we
we do tell.”
“Thanks, Adam. She’d never let me out of the house if she knew the
truth.
“You’re right about the beast too. We’ll keep mum on that one as
well. The last thing I need is to go into town and be put upon by folks
laughing at me.”
downward. “There he is Pugh. I see him lying down there. By that big
white rock that’s pretty much free of lichen, he might have landed on it
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Old Pugh looked and looked. Finally, he too saw the beast. By the
position the thing was lying in all crumpled up down there, there was no
When they were able to move about, they entered the shelter. The
stench was nearly overwhelming. But they both wanted to study the
juvenile closely. It wasn’t every day they would see a creature like this.
them.” He studied the sky for a time then continued, “Looks like there is
Later, Pugh located the female’s tracks in the snow, as she moved
They followed the tracks to the bottom then struck out tracking
“She’s forded the river here, old-timer. I see her tracks where she
The old man’s eyesight was not as keen as was Loops but he finally
saw them too. The tracks disappeared where she took to the heavy brush.
“I do see them, mister. I think she’s left the country. Her tracks are
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They turned and followed their own tracks back to the top of the
hill. They sat down and caught their wind and relaxed their tired muscles
They decided it was time to hit for home. They got up and walked
up the grade and when they reached level ground, old Pugh said, “Let’s
hope she stays gone, Ben Loops. Better pray she does.”
“You say you emptied your rifle in that animal before he keeled
over, Adam?”
“Yes, I did. All five shells that I managed to load and them just in
time.”
Ben Loops stopped and caught Pugh up and stopped him as well. He
stared into the old man’s face as if to say something more. In time, he
merely shook his head, dropped Pugh’s arm, and walked off up to grade,
chuckling with every step. “Five lousy shells were all that stood between
me and death.”
“And five was plenty enough too,” Old Pugh told him.
Loops continued chuckling until the strain of the steep incline put
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As the two friends bore off toward the old man’s cabin, a large male wolf
and his mate with a heavy stomach, obviously pregnant, watched them.
When the humans disappeared into the heavy brush, they turned and loped
off down the hillside. They took the ledge path. At the bank that led into
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the shelter, they leaped upward and cautiously entered. The juvenile lay
there as if in wait for them to feast upon his remains and scatter his bones
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