Chapter Twenty Five
Chapter Twenty Five
The truth was that Turner also needed to rest. And he’d begun feeling strange back there as well, especially when the trail appeared to turn into some kind of funhouse maze. Spruce’s idea that these freaks had put a spell on them was a reasonable conclusion under the circumstances. Turner, however, didn’t believe in that kind of s**t.
Turner had also heard stories about the prophets, and how killing one would bring an instant curse upon you. He didn’t buy that crap, either. He wasn’t averse to shooting a few of them to prove it, if only ammo wasn’t so precious.
The freaks were undeniably creepy, no doubt about that. Turner wanted to get away from their asses ASAP. Suddenly coming into the midst of a huge gathering of them, right when it seemed l
