It was Halloween, wasn’t it? How could I not remember that? Why had it slipped from my mind? The time of being masked or unmasked. The day of the dead. It was October 31. The eve of All Saint’s Day. An ancient Celtic harvest of Samhain, which was based on pagan roots. The true end of summer and the harvest period. The beginning of the dark, cold winter season, a time of year that was often related with human death. A day to recognize the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead. The unveiling of turbulence and…
Five hulking men blocked Onondaga Road in front of the Ford. They stood shoulder-to-shoulder in a line, approximately forty feet in front of the truck’s bumper. I recognized River and Ridge, two cousins on Timber’s father’s side, and one of Timber’s uncles. They looke
