CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE - Shapes In The Darkness* 1 *
Earl Toad looked back over his shoulder, just the once.
A shape followed closely.
He saw it, silhouetted in the semi dark dusk.
He damned near laughed in his terror, watching it madly goose stepping, its legs stiff and straight, its arms swinging at impossible angles - and moving in the complete opposite direction.
Hell.
He’d thought it had seen him, but it was still only hunting.
He watched it stalk blindly through the darkness of the field. Its head was covered with roots so red he could see the color even in the darkness. It was Helliard, although Earl wouldn’t know him from an ant hole in the ground. The scarecrow-redneck looked damn near laughable, swinging and stepping through the field. It kind of reminded Earl of that scare
