Body parts were thrown about the cross
roads. The police chief and the wildlife resources officer were
studying prints.
“Canine prints, biggest I've seen.”
“A Saint Bernard?” the Chief asked.
“Bigger.”
“How big?”
“Cow big.”
“Bull! There is no way ...”
“Grandmum told Scottish stories of a
dog this size, the cu sith, bringer of death, with glowing eyes and,”
Frazier’s radio crackled. “Yes? … Bill, something big.”
Bill went on measuring the scene. There
came a growl and glowing eyes from the woods just in front of Bill.
He tried to scream.
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