Chapter 17
Wade Cox opened his eyes to see the first light of dawn in the sky. He’d had a dream—a horrible, terrifying dream—and his heart was pounding. Something, some creature wanted to kill him, and he was trying to run, but couldn’t.
With a start, he saw that he wasn’t in his bed, but outdoors, lying on the cold ground of his pasture. He sat up.
“What the hell?” he muttered, wondering why he was out here freezing his ass off instead of inside the warm cabin. Had he started sleep-walking at his age? What kind of old fool was he?
His aging bones ached from the cold and the ground. In the distance, he saw a light burning in the cabin window. He always slept with a light on. It made him feel less lonely somehow. He’d lived alone some fifteen years, ever since his wife got sick of the
