by M T Murphy
After they hauled away the corpse, Hannah’s mother walked over to where Adam and I stood. She took his hand and looked him in the eye.
“I am so sorry, Adam. So very sorry.” Tears streamed down her face as her husband tried to console her.
“I am sorry, too,” Adam replied.
The rest of the observers returned to their lives, leaving Adam and I alone under the hanging tree.
“So, what will you do now?” I asked.
He looked towards the dirt road leading out of town.
“I think I’ll head that way. Deadwood is a three day walk from here. After that, I don’t know.”
“In the strangest of coincidences, I too am heading to Deadwood. You care for some company?”
The undead giant nodded. “I’d like that.”
“Sorry about your head, by the way. Did that hurt?” I pointed at the open wound between his eyes.
“Forget about it. I don’t feel pain. Besides, I am held together with stitches. A few more will make little difference in the way I look.”
“Oh, and Adam?”
“What?”
“I don’t think it’s your looks that scare people. It’s probably the fact that you smell like moldy cheese.”
He laughed. “Then I have nothing to worry about. I am sure that filthy dog smell you give off will drown it right out.”
Dear Reader,
Thanks for taking the time to read the continuing exploits of the gun slinging werewolf, Lily Farrell. She got her start in the pages of my novel, Lucifera’s Pet, but she could not be contained there. Stay tuned for more stories about the werewolves, vampires, and boogey-men and women that populate the landscape in my demented head.
Beware feral gerbils. They walk among us.
Howlingly yours,
M.T. Murphy
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About the Author
M.T. Murphy prefers his vampires evil, his werewolves feral, his facial hair excessive, and thinks that shades of gray are far more interesting than black and white. He lives in a den deep in the woods of Alabama with his beautiful and patient wife, their two ridiculously adorable children, and a were-Schnauzer named Logan.