Spring 1844 – A Lightning That Teaches Cold Meat to Stand

The creature lurched through the forest, swatting at the branches of the trees that impeded his way. We followed at a walk. There seemed no need to hurry. The poor beast was heading away from the village so we had no fear of him hurting any other men.

“What are we to do with him?” I asked.

Father drank from his flask. He did not offer a taste to me. He gave me a smile instead. “Perhaps he will stumble off one of these cliffs and we will need do nothing.”