The cabin door flew open and four bodies burst in
from the darkness.
“It's about time y'all got back. I was beginnin'
to think ya got yerselves eaten by Buck's glowin bear,” taunted
Mike without tearing his eyes away from the television.
“Mike, Parker's been...” Roger trailed off.
Mike swiveled his head toward Roger. They briefly
made eye contact as his friend averted his eyes, stairing into some
distant abyss. A chill raced down Mike's spine as he stood.
“What about that fool brother of mine? He gotten
himself into some kind of trouble?”
“We found him...” Roger started again. He took a
deep breath and continued, “We found him gutted by a branch,
hangin' from a tree.”
A steely look waxed over Mike's face. “No, yer
shittin' with me. What the fuck kind of prank you tryin' to pull
here?” Mike said, the volume of his voice rising as color rushed to
his cheeks.
Before anyone had time to react, Mike was standing in
front of Roger. Roger remained silent and continued to stare off
into the distance.
“It's true,” Buck interjected. “We're so sorry
man, we'll...”
“Like hell yer sorry!” Mike grabbed a hold of
Roger's shirt with both hands. “Him and Dick put you up to this,
didn't they?” He then thrust Roger backward into Dick and Jessie.
Roger regained his balance. His face grew red and
for a second an icy glar flickered in his eyes, but then they
softened again. “He's dead Mike. I don't know what happened to
him, but he's dead.”
“Bullshit! Like hell he is!” Mike yelled as he
pushed his way to the door. “I'mma gonna find that bastard!”
The door to the cabin slammed shut. A shudder
vibrated through the building. The sound of Mike's voice could be
heard echoing through the evening air.
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