Ben’s POV
“P.J., How’s June?” I called out to the kid as he got closer, seeing him look around with worry as he pulled the wagon to a stop.
“They worked!” He all but shouted as he saw that the coast was clear, hooting as he scampered down from the wagon. “Jake was right and we have three of the bastards now!” He went and untied the canvas from the wagon, waving at me to come and help him. “I have three of the bastards!” He pulled back the canvas, showing me a mess of meat and fur.
“What did ya do? Run them through a grinder?!” The fur looked like a wall of bricks had fallen on top of it, bones sticking out here and there.
“No, but it might as well have.” He seemed hesitant to go on, taking a breath before continuing. “June has a husband that helped me lay into them, the bastards having
