ThreeLATE MORNING THAT DAY, he saw someone walking. Miles off yet. Coming toward him, along the edge of the road and staying off the pavement. Chuck could tell because the highway was laser straight for miles in both directions.
You could hear anything coming when there was traffic. And then hear it going.
Walkers made no noise, and took a long time to get there. A long time to get gone.
"Well Mr. Lazurai, take your time. I'm in no hurry." Chuck said out loud to no one in particular.
He figured that this had to be a Lazurai as he was walking.
People told stories about them: they wouldn't always kill you right off. If they liked you, then you had a few days. The people that lived were cursed anyway, as anyone they knew would leave them alone after that. As what the Lazurai gave a perso
