ANOTHER NIGHT IN BAYOU SAUVAGE,
by Chad HensleyA slice of moon cut through the brooding clouds to reflect a thousand blinking eyes across the bayou’s glassy surface. Henri Bordeaux shook his head as he maneuvered the pirogue through the pitch-black swamp, accompanied by the songs of midnight insects. The old Cajun chewed nervously at the wad of tobacco in his cheek and gripped his long, cane pole with weary hands. He pushed the pole down into the stagnant waters to propel the pirogue. He stared down at the silent man who sat beside him and hoped that tonight he could pay back a favor.
Henri had never met Charles Gayarre until tonight, but the man’s wife was another matter. She had danced with Henri at a Fais-do-do many years ago and he could still remember the beauty of her robin blue eg
