Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Eleven Miles of Night: Reading #108:





All that Jason could see was a two-story, log cabin-style house at the end of a long, flat gravel driveway. The vast yard was mostly clear of trees, except for some decorative bushes and a few scattered pines. Jenkins and his wife had apparently carved this rustic homestead out of the wilderness. Behind the house, the dark silhouette of a wooded ridge climbed steeply upward, the moonlight glowing against the thousands of trees that made it forbidden and impenetrable. 
“I don’t see anything,” Jason said. “Except your house. And a lot of woods behind it.”


“Keep looking,” Jenkins said. “And you’ll be whistlin’ a different tune in a minute.”...

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