CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
The night encroached quickly, long shadows impenetrable, details difficult to discern. From his spot amongst the trees, Reece had to squint to gain a decent view of the three men who dismounted and kicked their way through the ruined shack. He recognized them all, his shock at seeing Turner only eclipsed by the sight of the big blacksmith Hanson. Why were they here? They did not seem particularly interested in the bodies and picked through the wreckage as if searching for something. As they did so, the still spewing gas slowly enveloped their ankles before coiling upwards, drawn inexorably to their open mouths. As they inhaled, their reactions grew spasmodic as if they were seized by spirit hands shaking them violently. Which, thought Reece as he watched and trembled, t
