SNAFU: An Anthology of Military Horror
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“So the Indians are gone and the soldiers are leaving.” Crowley nodded, a satisfied expression crossing his features and feeling decidedly alien there.
“Can’t be that many soldiers left.” Napier’s frown deepened and he looked around. “I don’t reckon that’s a bad thing just now.”
Slate spoke up, his voice still pained. “Might we be on our way, Mister Crowley? I’m feeling a bit faint.”
Mister Napier opened his mouth to say something else, but one look from Slate silenced him.
* * *
When the morning came the two men claimed their horses from the stables. A surprising number of the Cavalry’s horses were gone, despite the lack of riders, but no one was foolish enough to try for theirs.
Outside, the remaining soldiers were gathering together, preparing to head northeast, toward Camp Woodbine, if Crowley was remembering properly.
“Where are we headed today, Mister Crowley?”
Crowley looked at his companion and shrugged. The weather was hideous, but that was hardly unusual. “I took the time to listen to a few men chatting last night, after you had gone to sleep. The men were French and talking about Loup Garou.”
Slate frowned. “Werewolves?”
“You speak French, Mister Slate?”
“Not as well as I speak English, but I can manage. Spent a bit of time in Louisiana and dealt with my fair share of Cajuns.”
Crowley nodded. “We’re heading west, Mister Slate. We shall discuss what happened here when you feel more inclined to discussing the matters, but we are heading west to see if there are, in fact, werewolves hiding somewhere in the region.”
“You don’t suppose it’s merely wolves?”
“No. In my experience, wolves very rarely attack wagon trains.”
Slate nodded. “Well then, I imagine this will be an interesting journey.” The man seemed distracted and Crowley simply nodded. Let him have his time to think.
* * *
As they rode, Lucas Slate listened to the song that always played for him and, in listening, began to comprehend.
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Table of Contents
Foreword
Blackwater
Little Johnny Jump-Up
Covert Genesis
Bug Hunt
Special Operations Interview PTO-14
Cold War Gothic
Making Waves
The Fossil
A Tide of Flesh
Death at 900 Meters
Holding the Line:
Thela Hun Gingeet
The Shrine
Ptearing All Before Us
A Time of Blood
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