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Episode Transcript

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Welcome to dead Man Talking. Tonight'sstory is the second in the Hostile Encounter
series from David Holly. As ever, please do let us know down below
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all of your brand new subscribers overthe last few weeks. It's been a
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enjoyed the channel as a whole.And so without further ado, let's get
into tonight's story and titled Hostile Encountessthe Valley of Terror. Let's get straight

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into that. Pain racked my bodyas I slowly pulled myself through the cold
mud. How long had I layin the cold, wet mud. I
had no idea. A cold,steady rain fell on me. As I
regained consciousness, my horse was nowherearound, which was just as well because

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I probably couldn't have mounted it evenif it were still around. Lying flashed
all around me and lit up everythingfor me. I could make out trees,
some lying on the ground, butmost standing, tall and untouched by
nature. Large boulders scattered here andthere. I dragged myself up to one
of the large trees lying on theground, managed to get my arm across

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the trunk and tried pulling myself up. Wished to ease myself almost to my
feet, when the pain wrecked throughmy body, and once more I had
fallen face first into the mud.I don't know how I survived that night.
Hell, I don't know how longI lay there in the mud.
I do know I woke up shivering, soaked to the skin, and colder
than I ever could remember being.It was no longer raining, but the

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wind blowing through the trees was nogentle breeze. My left eye was swollen
shut. My right eye wasn't muchbetter. What little else I could see
was through a slit. I slowlysat up, leaned my back to the
down tree. The pain was badenough that I doubled over and threw up
whatever was still inside me. Mostof what I puked up was blood.

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My head began to spin and Ifelt lightheaded. I laid my head back
down against the tree and tried toformulate a plan. I was hurt bad,
I was sick and running a fever. I expected to die. Of
course, no one really expects todie, and at some point I lost
consciousness and passed out again. Iawakened to the smell of coffee and the

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smell of something being cooked. Myface was swollen and it hurt to flex
my fingers. My left eye wasstill closed and my rights were swelling.
But I saw a man squatting overa fire. The best I could tell
about my surroundings indicated we were surroundedby large boulders, and someone had cut
a pine tree sapling and had formeda roof over the boulders. The fire's
heat was reflecting off the surrounding rocks. I must have groaned for the man

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pivoted on his heels and looked overat me. He poured a cup of
coffee and brought it over and kneltbeside me. Helped me sit up,
and helped me take a sip ofthe coffee. I couldn't see him well,
but I had the impression that hewas an older man, and he
was speaking softly, but I couldn'tunderstand anything. My ears were ringing.

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He used me back down, andI realized I was warm and dry,
I tried to speak, but aman placed his hand on my shoulder and
spoke soothingly. He eased me backdown into a lying position and then moved
away. I must have drifted offto sleep, for when I awoke,
the man was sitting there, eatinga bowl of stew. He smiled him

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once again. I tried to speak. Don't strain yourself, son, You've
been sleeping peacefully since your fever brokeyesterday. He must have been anticipating my
next question, for he began toease me up in a sitting position.
Two dates you slept foot past twodays I found you lying in freezing cold
water and mud down near dead.Build a travois and brought you here.

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Oh this is an old shelter I'vehad here for several years. Build a
good fire. Had to undress youand doctor on you a bit. The
swelling's gone down on your face.You feel like trying to eat. He
spooned some of the stew into mymouth slowly and patiently, the stiffness in
my hands disappearing slowly. I ateand managed to drink some coffee. It

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hurt to smile, but I manageda weak smile. My rescuer grinned and
helped me lay back down. Hestood up and moved back to his fire.
He added fuel to the fire andmoved away from it. He had
a bedroll away from the fire,he preferred the darkest part of the shelter.
I didn't know his name, andhonestly I didn't care who he was.
I was alive thanks to him.Days passed and I grew stronger.

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The swelling in my face went down. I was able to see again and
able to sit up on my own. I found out the man who'd saved
my life was a trapper by thename of Scott. Just Scott, if
that's what he wanted to be called. It was okay with me. I
chose not to mention my name,nor did Scott press me for one.
He'd disappeared most of the day andreturned with skins and once in a while,

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a white out deer. After amonth, I was on my feet
and a lot less so. Ihad found my pistol lying beside my bedroll
one morning, and now I workedto become accustomed to it, to feel
again. I was feeling almost myselfagain. I had been cooking a venison
stew for out even in mill whenScott came back into camp leaving a big
gray horse. Figured you might needthis. You're telling me I need to

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leave, Scott. I'm telling youI'm headed to the valley not far from
here, and you're welcome to gowith me if you mind too. You
have no idea who I am,Scott. I figure you're an almighty lonely
man. You might be an outlaw, but I don't figure be on the
dodge. I figure you'll tell mewho you are in good time. My

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name is Morgan Dawson. Nah,never heard of you. We've been climbing
higher in the hills will be leveledoff to a fairly level plateau, and
far below us flowed the river withsome fair rapids. The valley we studied
was full of trees, crooked creeks, and clearance which held huge herds of
deer on buffalo. Although I wasfairly recovered, I still tired easily,

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and I wanted to catch my breathbefore making the descent down into this valley.
The big great girl in our roadwas not my horse. Mine had
left me where I fell. Isuddenly didn't blame it. Even the saddle
I sat in belonged to someone else. Still, when Scott made his move
to ride down into that valley,I was with him. I owed him
my life. The trial he pickedwas slow, but safer than the others

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I'd ridden. We'd ridden about halfwaydown the side of this mountain when we
heard the bellow. I sat upsharply and rained my horse up. Scott
glanced around and had a grim expressionon his face. Jinosqua. He spat
on the ground, and we continueddown the trail. At Jinosqua. It
seemed to me that the two yearsI'd spent in seclusion northeast Texas had been

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the most peaceful I'd been allowed.But even in those two years of self
imposed exile, I'd heard rumors.After two years, I'd sold my cattle
and had headed back farther north.I crossed the Red River at Jonesborough,
and on the south shore of theRed River. There was a ferry there,
and it transported me across the riverinto Indian Territory. I was in
no hurry, so I found abig shade tree with plenty of plush grass

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and set up camp. I puta line out and caught a couple of
good fish, fried them up,smoked my pipe and decided I'd ride northward
and visit the Anglins and Henry ClayWallace and his wife. I had no
intention of riding through the area,which I was sure still held monsters.
I'm not sure this time. I'dvisit a week or so and be out

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of those haunted mountains, heading intoeither New Mexico or Arizona before autumn fully
arrived. My visit with Henry ClayWallace and his family was uneventful. The
visit with the Anglings proved to beless relaxing. Dutch and Anne Harding were
keeping time together. Dutch wanted tosettle down and and wasn't quite ready for
a sky pilot to perform a wedding. After a week, I pulled my

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freight and headed westward. I plannedto cross into New Mexico, and,
depending on how the weather was,finding work and settling in for the winter
months. I had a right uneventfulride. The weather turned on me as
I rode west through Indian Territory.The only thing I worried about were the
outlaws on the dodge and rustless.No idea that any would know me.

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I hoped this part of the countryi'd been daydreaming when a large tree branch
smashed me into the face and chestlifted me from out of my saddle.
I heard a roar and couldn't getout the way of my horses it reared
and fell on me. I hadhoped the horse had gone on the way,
as I saw no sign of it. When I regained consciousness and I
began crawling now here, I wasstill recovering, riding with an old trapper

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down in a remote and totally unknownvalley which apparently had a genoscar claiming domination
over this territory. As we rode, Scott whistled a tune I'd never heard
before. My right hand had droppedto my pistol and I eased it up
and down and my holster to makesure I could actually handle it if I
needed to. Scott seemed to havehis eyes in the back of his head.

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He turned in his saddle and grinnedyour gun hand. Feeling better,
Dawson, Yeah, that Genos whatkind of spooked you, didn't it?
He said, and just startled me. That's all, Ah, you've got
a ride to be spooked if youare. I've seen what these critics can
do to a man and animals,well a good way. Nearly did me

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in a good way, you say. He rode quietly for a mile or
so. By now we were ina valley and rode all along a clear
stream of cold water. Scott reinedhis horse up and stood in the saddle.
He half turned towards me and said, Dawson, you see where this
stream winds back towards the right.I responded that I saw it. Stay

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on this trail, you might makethat turn. Ride another three quarters of
a mile. Look up to yourright, and you'll see a large cabin
build of logs and rocks. That'smy place. I'm going to check some
things out in my valley. Let'sgrain and hay for the horse, and
a smoke house. It should bevenison, buffalo hams, whatever you're hungry

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for. Make yourself at home,maybe a couple of days before I see
you again. Okay, I'll seeyou when I see you. I reached
across my horse and shook hands withhim and started to head north, but
stopped and looked back at me.Dawson, there's lots of dangerous critters in
this valley. Be safe, don'ttake any chances. He kicked his horse

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and disappeared into the trees. Isat there for a few minutes, wondering
if I was going to stay awhile or ride on. I was hiding
fast the mountain. Air and arrestwas good for me. I reached down
on my right hand and once morelifted a Colt forty five. It felt
good in my hand. I droppedit back into my holster and pulled a
rifle I'd found in a saddle bootsand checked it out. Henry lever action

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well, I thought, beggars can'tbe choosed, as they say. I
knew the colt was mine, butScott had provided me with a good horse,
a saddle, and a Henry rifle. I owed him for my rifle,
and so I felt exposed, andso I felt especially obligated to stick
around. I knew autumn was nearlyover. I had hoped to have been
in New Mexico by now. Butif Scott's place was snuggling well supplied,

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I could do worse. And besides, he said it had never heard of
me. That was a plus.I reined up in front of the house.
Whatever else he may have been orhad been, Scott was a builder.
His place was two stories. Abarn and a small keephouse lay off
to the side of the house.Three other horses ran loose in a corral.

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I turned the big gelding and looseinto the corral. After I removed
the saddle and took it inside thebarn and put it up, And there
was corn, oats and fresh haystored in the barn. I heard the
clucking of chickens and discovered a dozenpaying hands scratching around on the outside of
the barn. I started across theyard towards the house, when out the
corner of my eye I caught movementof something huge moving through the forest which

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surrounded a place. I stood stilland watched, but whatever I had been
studying me had disappeared. I decidedto cut some steakes off that venison he
said was hanging up in the smokehousebefore going inside. It was cooling off
and I had no desire to comeout after dark. The house was clean.

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Half expected there to be dust piledeverywhere, but the inside of the
house was clean as a whistle,nice furniture, a cook stove which would
have been the envy of many cafesI'd eating in if I was going to
be here through the winter. Ifound that Scott had a huge library of
books, all kinds of books,newspapers carefully folded and stacked in shelves,
magazines and guns filling half the hallway. Ammunition stacked and stored in a closet

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set up under the stairwell. Scottwas no ordinary man. I built a
small fire in the cook stove andcooked a couple of steaks, made a
pot of coffee, and made somebeans. There was no time to bake
any bread, as I was hungry. When it was a fireplace. I
had built a comfortable, slow burningfire. I eat and cleaned up after

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myself. I poured myself another cupof coffee and stepped out onto the porch.
The moon was just rising over thesurrounding mountains, full and bright.
I led myself a cigar and leanedagainst the seeding post. And then I
heard it coming from across the stream, a roar of defiance. I heard
the jenoscar raw screamed, bellow andwhoop, and there was no doubt what

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it was, and no doubt itwas watching the place. I took another
sip at a coffee, never takingmy eyes off at the ridge across the
stream from Scott's place, things suddenlybecame still and quiet. I knew enough
about wildlife to know that when everythinggets quiet, you know something is going
to happen. I backed up tothe open door, shut and barred it

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from the inside. Scott was tocome home tonight, it had better be
shouting. I had no plans toopen that door for any reason until the
daybreak, nor was I sleeping upstairs, and took advantage of the comforts and
picked a book I'd heard about,but I had never read about a man
who created an abomination called Frankenstein.The weather was turning, and as it

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began to thunder and lighten outside,I was really getting into the book,
and then I heard their heavy footstepsmoving across the front porch. Scott had
built this place with a front window, and I watched the window. Whatever
was outside would have eventually peered intothe window. I reached over and turned
the lamp down. I silently crossedthe front room and retrieved my forty five.

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I saw a shadow filled the window. I remained still. I heard
it breathing heavily, a low growlrumbling in its chest. Lightning flashed and
I got a good look at it. The creature's entire head filled the window.
Its red eye swept the interior ofthe room, but there must have
been a spot where I was standingwhich prevented it from seeing me. It's

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up a lip cold upwards, andit snarled. It growled, and I
felt it. I also got agood look at its upper and sizes.
The mouth of this creature was madefor ripping and tearing flesh. I wondered
if Scott had experienced such visits.If this creature really wanted in the house,

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it would have no problems coming throughthe door window off, for that
matter, the wall. I waited, what would it do? As quickly
and with more stealth than it displayedcoming onto the porch, it was gone.
I breathed a sigh of relief andstrapped my gun onto my hips.
Cautiously, I approached the window andglanced out. The full moon broke through

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the clouds. Momentarily far off ina forest behind the house, I heard
a lone wolf howling. The Genosquaresponded to it, and I decided to
draw the window drapes. I wasn'tsleeping much to night. I drew the
window drapes tight and put more woodon the fireplace, lowered the flame of
the lamp. I listened to thatone wolf howling and the Genosqua respond.

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It seemed both were circling the place, both claiming the places their own.
My thoughts turned to Scott, andI wondered how we dealt with such situations.
Then I began to wonder if hewas still in the valley and if
he was okay. Two days later, he showed up just as the wind
began blowing directly out of the north. The winds removed that dead leaves remained

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on a non evergreen trees, theirbare branches rubbing against one another. It
was kind of spooky, but Ididn't let it bother me. I inspected
Scott's weapons. All were quality weapons. I gave the man credit for quality.
However, the more I saw ofthis house and its furnish him,
the more I was forced to believeScott wasn't a simple hunter and trapper,

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but a man of breeding and wealth. And poured another cup of coffee and
sat back in a chair in thefireplace and tried to concentrate on my book.
But a storm brubn outside continued tointerrupt my concentration. The roars of
the Genosqua and the howling of thatone lone wolf had stopped. I hoped
that found one another and had managedto sort out their differences. My watch

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red nine thirty in the morning whenI heard a light knock on the door,
when a familiar voice called out,Dawson, I'm home. I'm hurt,
not bad. It jest bruised bad. I need to come in.
I opened the door and there stoodScott. He was using a long cut
tree branch as a walking stick.His long buckskin coat had a good tear

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on it, and his rifle wasmissin. I helped him inside and helped
him shuck his coat off and hungup his hat. He grinned at me.
I had the misfortune to find thatGinosqua last night. He almost got
me. I came back here lastnight too. Figus gonna have to kill
him one of these days. Itwas my turn to smile, and he

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laughed. I'm not kiddin' Dawson.Some day I'm gonna surprise that quitter and
tearing to pieces. I've ded withthose things a time or two, Scott.
They aren't real easy to kill.Now it was his turn to study
me closely. Dawson. You knowwhen you told me who you were,
the name didn't register. You're thesame Dawson who killed a wewolf, who

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dressed like a cavalry officer, gothimself killed a couple of years ago.
Ran with a bad pack of werewolves, and they were posing as highwaymen.
I referred to him simply as trooper. Nice looking fellow, but a poor
shot. I'm sure he was muchbetter as a well wolf. Huh he
was. He deserved what he got. How did you know him? He

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was my brother, Dawson. Myforty five was in my hand before he
finished his sentence, Scott waited forme to host it. You don't have
anything to fear from me, Dawson. My brother and I weren't the same,
not the same now. I movedto this valley years ago. Her
parents were wealthy merchants. I workedas an attorney for many years until I

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experienced my first transformation. It scaredme, and when my father found out
I'd inherited my grandfather's curse, hesaid he sent for a priest to come
and perform an exorcism on Do youknow what an exorcism is? My friend,
that's a religious ritual you used todrive a demon out of a possessed
human host, something like that.The priest was only parstly successful. He

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drove the demonic spirit out, butthe wolf spirit remained inside of me.
My father suggested i'd disappearanted a wilderness. You can see. I enjoy my
comforts. I'm a wealthy man,Dawson. I enjoy living well. I
built this place with my bare hands. I read books, I have tools,

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and I build it. It tookme several years of trial and error,
but I got it built. ThenI went back east and brought you
to see here. My father setup a trust to ensure i'd always have
what I needed. I changed duringthe full moon, but I have my
humanity left intact. I can't speak, but I have never killed a human
being. Do you believe me?I had host of my gun, and

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for some reason I did believe him. I had a good supply of silver
bullets made back east. Top righthand drawer. Please help yourself. I
trust you, and just for youreducation, I can't turn you into a
wolf by bite, scratch or anythinglike that. The spirit which possessed me

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could have, but I can't Iscratched the back of my head and picked
up the coffee pot. He heldhis cup out and I refilled it.
Scott winked at me and said,Dawson, I'm much older than you.
Believe this affliction slows my aging down. I hold quicker than you, but
I'm not immortal. How old doyou think I am? An honest answer,

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please, I figured you be aboutfifty years old, closer to ninety
three. Why did you build here? No human neighbors? He said,
with a smile. My brother wasa renegade, both as a man and
as a were wolf. I kneweventually he and his pack would find my
retreating want to rest here. IfI had settled near human beings, I

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could have been disastrous. Your timelyexecution of my brother and his pack prevented
that from ever happening. I oweyou my thanks. I didn't know how
to respond to this. It'd savedmy life, and sometime last night had
saved it a second time by howlingand challenging the genosquar Hes back onto the
couch and closed his eyes as herelaxed. It wasn't hard for me to

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believe everything he said. Scott,Yes was the genoscar here. When he
first came or into a new arrival, he was quiet. I thought he
had perhaps fallen to sleep, Andthen he said, there were about twenty
of them here. When I firstcame to this valley, there were about
thirty of the similar looking creatures wouldhave snout much like a bear googway.

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Yes, there are still several ofthem around, and creatures which looked like
werewolfs, but I don't think they'rewerewolves in the purest sense. Some value
you have here, Scott, heyes, and I'm leaving it to you
when I die. I laughed.The idea of this man dying was amusing.
After all, he was a werewolf. He healed quickly, he ate

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slowly. And then it dawned uponme. How old do you live,
Scott? Ah. I don't believeI have very much longer the demonic spirit
which would have probably extended me acouple of hundred years at least, possibly
more. But I think I've aboutplayed out my line here. When I'm
gone, this is your place.I pulled my coat on and walked over

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to the one of the gun racks. I took a Winchester forty four forty
out loaded it and glanced over atScott, who had cleaned himself up and
sat reading an old newspaper. Scott, I'm going to take a look around.
Scott looked up from his paper andnodded his head. He looked pretty
good for a guy nearly a hundredyears old, self confessed werewolf. I

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opened the front door and stepped outonto the cold, harsh wind. The
skies were gray, and I couldalmost feel the icy weather approaching. I
began checking on the horse's chickens andhogs. Scott had a few head of
cattle he kept for milk, andeverything looked good. As I approached the
back of the barn, I calleda pungent odor I recognized as belonging to

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the Genosqua. The back wall wascovered with deep scratches. I studied them.
The Genosqua had trout Scott back home, or had it tracked me.
I was fairly certain it had beena Genosqua that had slammed me with either
its hand or a good way.My horse had fallen on top of me,
and so it was possible, sincethe horse was larger, Whichever had
struck me lost interest and went afterthe horse. I continued my walk around

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the property. Something wet began hidingmy face, and I realized this was
sleet. Yeah, winter had finallyarrived. I heard a raw Scott appeared
in the front door, watching arim of the slope at a mountain across
the stream from us. In hishands with a ten gage double barrel shotgun,
he continued to watch the distant rim. Dawson, I think you should

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come inside now. I took afew steps, stopped and looked in the
direction which Scott was looking. WhenI saw, stopped me in my midstride
and stood like a giant, maturetree covered in dark black hair, and
raised its face skyward and roared.Dawson. I didn't lose any time in
returning to the house. The Genosquatook a step and began heading down the

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slope towards the house. We wentinside and shut and barred the door.
You're carrying a shotgun. Why don'tyou transform an escape, I asked.
I probably could, but I'm stillhuman. The front wall shuddered upon impact,
and the monstrous Genosqua roared in itsanger and frustration. I fully expected

(25:55):
to see Scott shed in his humanityand becoming a werewolf, but he was
reasonably calm. He walked around theroom, built a good fire in the
fireplace, and opened the oven doorand took out a loaf of bread he'd
been baking. It was amazed thathe was so calm, But then again,
he was a wet wolf, andI imagined he would still have to
be killed, just as any otherof his species. I knew the jenoscar

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liked to twist their heads of theirvictims around and around until they decapitated them.
I looked at Scott, and heknew what I was thinking. Hey,
Dawson, if for some reason Idon't survive this, would you bury
me deep in that stand of timberbehind the barn. Yeah? Sure,
but I suspect No, you don'tsuspect anything. I want you to promise

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me you'll bury me there. I'vealways thought there was a lovely place to
be buried in. I love amassive assault upon the walls, and the
wolves vibrated throughout the house. I'llgo upstairs and see if I can draw
his attention. Scott. No,I'll do it. You just get ready
to start filling it with lead.If that doesn't work, side run behind
the couch had some dynamite fuses andblasting caps. Scott, let's do this

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together, he smiled, and startingto move up the stairs, and I
heard him stumble and fall. Hewas pushing himself up of the staircase when
I noticed the hand gripping the staircaserailing. It was becoming larger. Hair
was beginning to cover it. Theback of his shirt was ripping, making
room for a larger body. Thehand I'd seen seconds before now had sharp
nails for claus and I heard adeep throated laugh and don't be frightened.

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Dorsing, he half crawled his wayup the stairs, and once he reached
the second story landing, he lookedback down at me. I now with
my mouth hanging open and my eyesbugged out. I'd seen webbels before,
and Scott looked like the ones I'dseen, but were two big differences.
His eyes held human intelligence, andhe lifted a clawed hand and seemed to

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wave to me. Then he disappearedinto one of the upstairs rooms. I
was between a rock and a hardplace, a gigantic aprin like creature on
the outside about to smash his wayin, and a werewolf somewhere upstairs.
I knew where the silver bullets were, but I didn't feel like I needed
them. There was another blow tothe front wall, and I saw the

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tiny cracks appear on the inside.I heard an unearthly howl in silence.
The Genoscar had a low growl,and something else replied. Something else had
to be Scott. The Genoscar roared, and I heard his thunderous footfuls as
it rushed to battle Scott. Iopened the door and began firing the forty
four forty into the back of theGenosquar. I stopped, pivoted and came

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towards me. I emptied my rifleand filled my hand with my colt As
I fired my last shot, Iprepared myself for a very violent death.
But I had a thought about ScottHell. I didn't even know where he
wasn't till a bolt of brown andgray leaped off the front porch roof and
drove the Genoscar backwards. The Genoscarbit into the shoulder of the werewolf.

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The wolf roared and sank its teethinto the back of the Genosqua. It's
now sharp, deadly claus tore intothe upper chest of the Genosqua. I
couldn't believe this creature, which stoodeasily eighth foot tall, was capable of
injuring an eight blank monster at leastten foot tall, but Scott was doing
it. The Genosquar had managed tothrow the snarling Scott off of him.

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The web Wolf had landed hard amongsome rocks in a farmyard. I managed
to reload my rifle during the fight, and now I was trying to make
every shot count. But the monstercontinued to stalk towards me. I knew
its intentions, and I knew fleeinginto the house wasn't going to help.
It would simply knocked down the wall. The rifle was empty again, and

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I grabbed the barrel and swung itlike a club, but the Genosqua caught
it in his massive hands and jerkedit away from me. It roared and
reached out to seize me, andthen a strange look had come across its
face. I looked at Scott.He had recovered and was now on the
back of the Genosqua, ripping atits back with his teeth and most deadly
clause. The Genoscar screamed, butcould not reach behind him to dislodge the

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were wolf. I reloaded my pistoland waited. They rolled around the ice
and snow that had begun to coverthe ground. Scott continued to keep the
Genoscar's face down in a cold groundwhile he stood over him and his humanlike
knees, slashing downwards with first onehand and then the other. The genoscar
began to slowly rise to its knees. I saw a genuine look of concern

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come across Scott's wolf and features.He lifted his face to the sky and
screamed, Yes. He screamed likethe damned just before their soul is destroyed
by the fires of hell. Heraised his huge clawed right hand far over
his head and swiftly brought it downacross the Genoscar's neck, severing its head
from its body. Scott's wolf andbody was torn and broken, but he

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rose from the dead creature's body.He slowly turned in my direction, took
a step, and fell face firstinto the deepening snow. I carried his
torn and broken body into the houseand lay him on the lever couch.
I heated water and tried to makehim comfortable. How Ever, so slowly
he was transforming back into a man. His eyes were open. He realized

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he was in sight and that itwas warm and he was still among the
living. I gently sat him up, and he took a sip of water.
He nodded his head and I loweredhim. His wounds weren't healing,
and he knew that. I watchedhim doze off and listened to his labored
breathing. The wind had kicked up, and the sounds coming from the trees
rubbing their limbs together reminded me ofthe stories I'd heard as a kid of

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Banshees coming to take possession of adying person's soul. Scott had regained his
human body. I saw him openhis eyes and told him everything was going
to be okay. He smiled weaklyand said, I remember your promised,
Dawson. I choked back the lumpthat had risen in my throat. You're

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not going to die. You'll remortal, no, just long lived. This
place is yours, Dawson. There'sa letter indeed to the place, and
all my money back east. Hecoughed, and I saw flecks of blood
on his lips. You're you're likeme, a lonely man. No real

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place of your own. He coughedhard. At this time, Thank you
Dawson. I should be thanking you. No, it was an honor to
meet the man who destroyed my brotherand who allowed me to die with my
dignity as a man. Scott closedhis eyes, took one last ragged breath,

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and was gone. He'd been preparingfor this day. The grave had
been dug some time before and coveredwith wooden planks to prevent it from being
filled in again. I wrapped hisbody in canvas I'd found in the barn
and carried him to the grave.I lowered him in and covered his body.
I then covered the grave with roxon, made him a marker. I
studied and what to say, soI simply cart the only name I knew

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was Scott and what his last wordsto me had been he died as a
man. Wow. Wow, absolutelychest pounding, thrilling, intense stuff there.
Thank you ever so much David forpenning that for us. All absolutely

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