Autumn 1983 – Calling the Hounds to the Hunt

 

I looked at the children. I felt very old. None of them had twenty years. Not all of them would survive the night. I said, “You do not have to do this. I have put out a call. There are other Sheriffs coming.”

Moe took a drag from his cigarette and smiled. He said, “Great! They can clean up the mess. Let’s leave them a big one.”