![]() ![]() Come on, you two, let's take him back to his shed. It will take me half an hour to hose him off." Look at Grandpa Cletus! He's been eating dog brains again, and now he's drunk. "How many times do I have to say it: don't touch the ward stones. His eyes got big, amber irises flaring yellow, and he hid his fists behind his back. Red welts marked the skin between Jack's knuckles. A jagged scratch decorated Georgie's neck, and brown pine straw stuck out of his blond hair. Both were filthy with reddish mud, sap, and the other unidentifiable substances an eight-and a ten-year-old could find in the Wood. The two boys slipped from behind the huge oak spreading its branches over the yard. ![]() Rose rested the butt of her crossbow on her hip. ![]() The bolt bit between the eyes, and Grandpa toppled onto his back like a log. "Rosie! This is your last chance to give me a dollar!" He hissed at her, swaying unsteadily on his feet. I want a pint." His voice slipped into a whine. He towered in the yard, a huge, shaggy bear of a man, deranged eyes opened wide, tangled beard caked with blood and quivering grayish shreds. "Why me?" Rose wiped the dish-soap suds from her hands with a kitchen towel, swiped the crossbow from the hook, and stomped onto the porch. "ROSIE!" Grandpa's bellow shook the foundation of the house. ![]()
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