Re: Chapter 3 - Welcome the Woods - The Raiding Party
Bill had spent thirty seven years of his life as county sheriff. Some folks find it hard to believe. A sheriff saw his share of murders and crime scenes in the performance of his duties. Bill knew that. He'd had his helping of crime, even a murder-suicide back, oh about, six years ago. These days the violence, the brutality, was like nothing he'd seen before, not even in the south east Asian jungle. It was hard to take it's measure.
Bodies lay scattered about. Blood was everywhere, on the grass and on the leaves of the trees. The random array of corpses, Bill surmised, indicated this was an attack, rather than an execution. The bodies hanging from the trees missing their heads, well that was a different matter all together.
"Saito, you notice anything missing?" Bill paced around as Saito examined the wound on the woman's lifeless body. "No shell casings." Bill peered over his shoulder and took a look at the wound himself. "Hells Bells. That don't look like no bullet wound I ever saw."
The dog was one more strange occurrence on top of the one they had just stumbled into. This dog was no stray farmer's dog, his supplies gave that away. More questions percolated in Bill's mind. Was this dog the lone survivor of this massacre? Had the dog been along with the murderers? Bill shook his head at the complexity of it all.
"Now hold up. You don't know that. Looks to me like this was a more permanent fixture. I'd say these poor souls were camping out here." Bill looked at Cookie, Benson, Dominic "I'd say this is some kind of ambush. Something prearranged. We've seen this kind of handiwork before" Bill looked over at Saito, his fellow Fort member. Some folks found it hard to believe, but Saito and Bill had already seen the savage nature of their foe. A man put himself at hazard just stepping out into these woods. If the bandits were close by, they were no safer here than out on the road.