1horns of the avenger
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1HORNS OF THE AVENGER
Keith Sorenson, uncomfortably sweating from the
hot September sun in his rubberized all-weather
camouflaged ‘jungle bunny’ suit, dismounted from his
highchair like hunter’s perch overlooking the west slope
of Arsenal Mound. While clumsily shedding the bulky
overall, he saw a white monster that seemingly stopped,
and stared at him before vanishing in the uphill
undergrowth. It looked very much like a white buffalo,
and a mind boggling trophy in Minnesota, or anywhere in
the modern world. Sorenson, a dedicated hunter always in
search of something rarer or larger than recorded in the
record books, exulted in that opportunity without
questioning the improbability of such a miracle find.As a contracted wildlife hunter for the state of
Minnesota, Keith did not have the need of a hunting
license, or bear any license restrictions. He could easily
say he thought it an albino deer, and deer of any color, he
was hired to shoot.
By time Keith was free of the confining outer
garment, his trophy prey was rustling the woodland brush
that tangled all of the open space between the oaks and
poplars and it appeared to be moving toward him. Keith
dropped to one knee, assuming the classic kneeling
position of competitive shooters. His scope focused on
the patch of bare sand, where a new gravel-test ditch
provided a good shoot, should the buffalo continue
forward. The rustling of undergrowth stopped, and Keith
could see a white blob just barely inside the brush and
less than fifty yards away.
Keith zeroed in and fired twice. The white mass didnot move, so he fired three more times, dead on but
nothing moved. Holding the gun at ready, he started
toward his target; sure the high-powered shells were all
on target and had blown away all chance of life in the
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beast. Ten yards away, Keith saw the white mass quiver,
and then the brush exploded, and Keith was knocked down
and trampled into a bloody mass.
CHAPTER TWO
"..and she goes, like I can't give you, like a coolgrade, you know, because you don't like talk English," so
I=m like, “This is like America and hey, like I speak
American, you know what I’m saying, so then I goes, you
don't need that Shakespeare stuff, you know. So I like
tells her good, you know, so she gives me like a D minus,
So how do I make like an anything college? Like, how
come a D, effing minus, anyway...Right. Like she=s so
friggin bright. Damned straight, she don=t know like fine.Bob Lowe wanted to say, "How charitable, her
grading," but since earlier admitting that he taught
English, Lowe chose to suggest, "Hey like, maybe, she
thought you over-used similes". He knew her next words
would be, "Like, Hey, what's a simile?" So he continued
ruefully, "In Detroit inner city schools on curve grading,
you would probably get an A minus.@
His seat companion babbled on but he shut her
out to concentrate on why he had walked out of his
classroom and embarked on this wild trip to far off
Minnesota precipitated by a wildly provocative story
in a Minnesota weekly newspaper that some unknown
person had clipped and sent his way. Apparently, the
newspaper desperately needed a competent editor,
like himself, and he was certain an intriguing
mystery lurked behind the story.
Bob's callow seat mate, eyes closed, now feigningsleep, was probably insulted by his automatic nods and
half-conscious and likely sarcastic non sequiturs. Good!
He retrieved from his billfold the clipping that had
triggered his sudden, and self-surprising, withdrawal
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from a hard-earned steady job as an English teacher, and
read it again:
Did Dear Do-in Deer Hunter?
Dynamic Powders, publicity-buffeted operator of
the United States Government's Newberg Arsenal,suffered another setback in its controversial deer
eradication program when, Keith Sorenson, Minnesota's
only licensed bounty hunter, was found, apparently
trampled to death, by his fiancée, Fay Comfrey. Fay was
bringing him lunch, early Wednesday forenoon, so he
would not need to pass the gauntlet of angry protestors
who gathered there to protest his cruelty to animals, or
demand an equal opportunity at deer eradication. Arsenal neighbors had counted and recorded his rifle shots and
recognized he either was a very poor shot or was testing
Dynamic’s ammunition =s killing power as he fired five
times more shots than his reported deer destroyed.
The herd of deer, which has grown to over three-
hundred, is not content to browse only the four-hundred
wooded acres of the Arsenal, but are jumping, with ease
to browse on neighboring gardens, over the twelve foot
fence encircling the Newberg Arsenal and Arms plant.
The excluded Twin city deer hunters are seething
and demand to be included in fun and the final solution.
They want a drawing or lottery for the hunting privilege
but Dynamic Powders insists the eradicator must be one
solitary hunter shooting from a fixed location and into a
focused firing area to eliminate the possibility of
accidentally igniting lost and stored rocket and mortar
shells. On that fatal morning, jealous hunters picketed the main gate, competing for attention, with pickets from
several animal rights groups.
Sorenson's body, accompanied by his grieving
fiancee, was hurriedly sent to the country coroner, Dr.
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Hermon Davids, who is baffled as to the cause of his
death. The Coroner reportedly said it appeared, he was
trampled by the tiny hooves of the very animals he
sought to destroy.'
Bob Lowe posted the clipping on the bulletin boardof his journalism classroom with a post-it note stating,
AWho did what to who and when or where@, along with a
challenge that Bob's class conduct a contest to find the
best headline. Bob then set his fourth hour class to
finding and correctly parsing, the two longest sentences
in the column, and while his proctor readied photocopies
for each student, he went, reeled-in by the sloppy
writing, to the library.After a half hour’s research, Bob dismissed his
class for lunch and spent the next hour freshening his
ready resume and, impetuously faxing it along with a job
application to Charles Grimm, Publisher of the Newberg
Bullet cold Minnesota. Stressing his single status coupled
with inexpensive spending habits and reasonable monetary
needs, hiring him would not burden the Bullet=s budget.
Bob=s resume glowingly summarized his experience at a
full complement of journalism tasks, including skillful and
much needed copy editing.
Publisher Grimm, who proved to be impetuous as
Bob Lowe, quickly recognized their mutual need. Two days
later, Bob heard himself paged, and took Grimm's call
during his last class hour. Grimm offered Bob a salary
that finally proved him well paid as a teacher. Money is
not everything to a single man with no debts and
moderate tasks, so Bob accepted.
Lowe’s rash resignation, confirmed Booker
Washington High School Principal=s suspicion he was not
fiercely committed to teaching. Brian Wilson, currently
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the troubled school=s acting Principal, accepted with
alacrity, wasting only a few words in insincere protest.
So here he was, on the first step of his new career
as a writer, on his way to see Fay Comfrey=s tiny hooves.
He folded and returned the clipping to his cash-lean
billfold and sank into a reverie where he as awarded aNobel Prize for his best-selling novel.
"Fasten your seat belts for our on time arrival at
the Minneapolis/Saint Paul International Airport,"
chanted the cheery assuring recording, snapping him out
of his daydream and Bob compliantly fastened his seat
belt. Belt fastened, he clumsily checked his sport coat
pocket to make sure he still had his return ticket to
Detroit for the following weekend. He hoped to driveback to Minnesota with his portable possessions stuffed
in his one luxury, a forty-two year old Packard rescued
from the Detroit Police=s >Seized Property Auction=
and restored fairly well by his schools adjoining Brooks
Technical High School=s auto repair students at just
Aparts@ cost. That benefit was probably his only reward
for three years, in the war-zone of Detroit=s inner city.
He found the ticket and Bob=s mind returned again to
daydreams of his future literary success as the plane
bumped gently to a landing.
Exiting the plane, passing the bulkhead row, he gave
his full tricks-or-treats bag, previously distributed to
passengers by the Halloween-Witch-costumed flight
attendant, to the pretty little girl with withered legs
waiting patiently for the plane to empty enough for
passage of her wheel chair. "Take this now, Honey in case
you don't get to spook my house tonight," he said whilewondering where he would spend the night.
The watching Stewardess enthusiastically
impersonating a pirate if dressed by Frederics of
Hollywood, smiled approvingly, and he regretted not
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having pushed harder for her telephone number, when she
had helped him stow his overstuffed garment bag. Bob
hoped the flight attendant had her home base in
Minneapolis and that their paths might cross again. Bob
was currently very much unattached, and he had already
thoroughly exhausted his Detroit area dating pool.
CHAPTER THREE
Grimm's self-description was accurate, although
just a bit flattering. Bob was easily able to pick out a
burly and balding ex-football tackle whose muscles had
gentled, so he did not need to see the large >PRESS
PASS= Grimm was so proudly waving, apparently for
everyone's recognition. Reaching out to take Grimm=shand, Grim engulfed drew in his new employee in a bear
like grasp. Grimm, like many communicators needed to bar
the escape of their audience. "Have a good flight, Bob?
Normally, air gets bumpy in October while reaching
around to firmly take possession of Bob's over-packed
two-suiter, then wheezing, "Is this it, or do we wait for
baggage?"
Sensing Grimm to be an impatient man, Bob was glad
to reply, “I travel light and am not much for fashion, so
this duffel bag and briefcase holds everything I will need,
other than that overstuffed garment bag, you are so
kindly carrying. It gave the stewardess a fit trying to
get in the overhead," Bob said, thankful that he had not
checked anything. Grimm propelled him directly out the
front door to his car. Not surprisingly, it sat at the yellow
painted curb, improperly parked motor running, passenger
door and trunk open and waiting. “Did you get me hotel orroom like I so boldly requested?" Bob said, not sure that
he had requested that favor, or had just assumed, Grimm
would.
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"Well, Yes, I did get a small apartment, for you to
try out on the second floor of the drugstore, right next
to the Bullet building. It is cheap and convenient so you
do not need transportation. Fact is, we only have the two
vehicles right now. My Buick, here for show and first
impressions and the Jeep station wagon, you will have toshare with Sue, our only child and only other full time
editorial employee. She does not use it much as she
pretty much editorializes and edits the news. Grew up
right in the shop, learned every thing right on the job.
She does not like reporting too much, as she can=t stand
criticism from readers. She tells most nitpickers off and
I can't afford that with only 6,000 true subscribers, and
she don't make any distinction between advertisers andone time readers," Grimm confessed, and now Bob
understood how the Arsenal story with the garbled
syntax was picked up by the service bureaus.
The offer of dinner at the Grimms was eagerly
accepted, both as recognition of his new need to eat out
less and his great curiosity about his new employer's
family, specially, the self-educated news editor, Sue. Bob
was surprised at the absence of traffic problems as they
sped the thirty miles of belt line encircling the Twin
Cities from the Airport on the south side to their north
side Long Lake Road exit in less than half an hour,
at Grimm=s dangerous seventy-five miles per hour,
punctuated by much lane-swerving adventures. On a
Friday and also Halloween all the other cars were moving
quickly and even politely. This would take some getting
used to.
A short mile north of their Interstate 94 exit,Charlie slowed, to enter a driveway almost hidden from
view by untrimmed hedge and dense shrubbery. "Here's
home", Grimm said proudly, "Homesteaded by my great-
grandfather in 1872 and the second oldest house still on
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the lake. I have nearly eight acres of the old farmyard
here, so I have no problems with neighbors but I have to
fight off the developers. This is the only undeveloped
property on the west side of the lake, There's Sue now!"
They parked directly facing a restored Victorian
house that must have modeled for Charles Adams ghostlymansions. Bob looked right and left, then straight ahead
before finally spotting her. She sat on the middle of the
five wide steps leading up to the broad porch that
wrapped the front of the house. A large, black dog that
could claim Labrador or Saint Bernard ancestry, sprawled
possessively across her lap, hiding most of Sue from view.
What Bob could see was beautiful.
As they exited the car, Sue welcomed her fatherwith kisses of affection, while the dog, apparently named
`Down Blacky, Get Down', tried to perform the same
functions with Bob. "He doesn't bite. Mentally, he is still
a cuddly puppy, starved for affection, show him you like
him and he will love you. You must be the new reporter?"
"Oh Lord! She's so pretty and her Dad has not let
her know I'll be editing her writing," Bob whispered to
the dog that had its face eye to eye with his, and was not
stretching. "Call off your dog, I surrender, and won't
burgle your house, nor bite your dog, even to make news
on a slow day", he said while daring to look her fully in the
face, then, shocked her, adding, "If I had known how
beautiful you were, I would have agreed to work at the
Bullet with you for free".
Much later, as he lay on borrowed sheets in the
"trial" furnished apartment, unable to sleep, he recalled
the night's dinner, with embarrassment. What a sillyfool, he had been, trying to impress Sue and her father
with his erudition and worldly experience. He knew he did
not fool Sue=s mother Irma, who had such piercing eyes
and protective paranoia about her only child, Sue. Irma
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had obviously been a beautiful girl, also, and her genes
had fortunately triumphed over Charlie's, so she had
probably heard every version of his corny lines while
fending off hot-blooded studs wanting to bounce on her
bones. Saving herself for Charlie did not seem an overly
wise investment as Charlie had let his former radiancefade. Yes, Irma could read his mind and her super polite
inquiries, like "Why would you want to give up teaching for
a job with a small time weekly newspaper?"
Bob had not told any of the Grimms of his true
desire to be a novelist, afraid they would suspect his true
motivations, and cancel his position at the BULLET. When
she had queried why he hadn't married yet after learning
he was almost thirty, he could've been more reassuring,had he not bragged, "Like the trial apartment, Charlie
arranged for me, I've always been selected for trial
relationships, never finding the rich, sexy, beautiful girl
with enough brains to recognize what a good catch I
would be." Oh yes, and he had wounded his chances of
Irma ever wanting her only child interested in him with
that inane gag about the dumb farm kid, recruited at
Notre Dame to play tackle, especially after tailoring the
story, to make it Charlie's position and alma mater. After
the third cup of Irma's Coffee and home-made Irish
crème, had he really said, "The reason I'm here for the
first day of November, when Winter really begins, is
because I heard Minnesota people never sleep alone in
the winter, and I'm curious who I'll be assigned to."
The few times Sue had gone to the door to hand
out apples to the tricks or treaters, had he really told
them he would come back to their door, tricks ortreating, wearing the costume Adam wore before he ate
the apple? Grimm’s homemade cordials must have been
pure vodka, and coupled with his limited exposure to
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liquor because of a new teacher=s fund-deficient budget,
proved Bob Lowe an easily intoxicated fool.
CHAPTER FOUR
Bob woke to persistent rapping, and foggilyconcluded someone was hammering at the door of his new
three-room apartment, and it was still dark outside. "Who
is it, tricks or treats," he said hopefully, wondering which
of his admirers or enemies knew where he was. It could
not be any friend or anyone who knew him well. since they
knew his mental function was severely impaired until the
sun had risen.
"Open up, I am Sue and we've got a bad one going.We probably got a chance for a "stringer" like you were
talking about last night."
Bob, who slept nude, not knowing how cold his
bedroom would be with a window slightly open for fresh
air, hurriedly dressed, stalling Sue with, "Just a second,
Sue. My feet have frozen to the floor, and it will be a
minute until my shivering breaks them loose. Did you
bring Coffee?"
Sue had providentially stopped at McDonalds
bringing coffee, orange juice and egg sausage sandwiches
for them both. She had his complete attention as he
wolfed down his sandwich, realizing that he needed to
inventory his new home's possessions and lay in some
household goods and foods. Hoping this emergency would
not fill the day, he asked, "So, what's new in Newberg?"
"An eight year old boy, out tricks or treating right
here in this neighborhood, disappeared. He was alone, butother kids said they saw him carried off by a werewolf,
dripping pink saliva from his canines. Hey, the kids said
canines and I am a stickler for verbatim quotes, unless I
write a story with garbled syntax and Faulkner sentences
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to attract exposure on the networks", pausing briefly for
air, she added, "and you bought it, didn't you?"
For the first time in twenty-seven years, Bob was
speechless and in love. Horrible visions of sitting in front
of a television, trying to prioritize groceries or rent, with
a checkbook bearing negative balances appeared in hismind. He hated women smarter than himself and he was
almost sure he would be begging such a specimen to share
his bed, maybe even legally. What should he say? Bob
knew his mouth was hanging open and he was sure Sue
knew he was speechless because she had totally
bamboozled him.
Sue did recognize that further conversation would
have to originate from her, and tried putting Bob at easeby displaying weakness. She began with her favorite ploy
of self-denigration, hoping he would not fill in the usual
blanks I am so stupid, Bob, “I get used to thick skinned
Jocks who don't know manipulation from boorish
stimulation. Dad usually picks employees, mostly in his
image, but this time I picked you. I read your piece on
domesticating psychedelic mushrooms in the Michigander
Literary Review and thought it a real hoot. Even used
your bawdy limerick in the Bullet after a bit of
expurgation and paraphrasing. Not that our readers can
not handle a bit of bawdy, but I didn't want to copyright
infringe if you weren't as desirable as I had hoped you'd
be. I am used to getting males thinking my way if...@
Staggered by her candid babble, Bob interrupted,
"How the Hell could you read anything I've done in a that
pay to publish, pretentious little broadsheet with less
than a thousand press run, and for God's sake, WHY?""Look Bobby. I am an investigative reporter, and a
damned good one, just waiting for discovery by big buck
press. I do my digging and I know more about you than
you will ever know--probably enough to have you jailed if
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you ever do a number on me, like that last Bimbo you lived
with. Better be on your best, Bobby or I'll show you what
a bitch only daughters can be!"
Bob, flattered at her interest, wondered how much
she really new about him and why. Did she suspect his real
reason to work on the Bullet? How she find out anythingabout him in such a short time and from whom. He said, “I
will soon know everything you've got on me because I
spend more time listening than talking," he blathered
clumsily, and then slightly recovered, "And because you
talk too much, you'll be so frustrated that I don't ask,
you'll spill your...@
Shushing him with her finger, standing so close he
could smell her shampoo and other tantalizing and tastybut unidentified aromas. Bob, usually so quick with words,
knew not what to say...or do. He was tempted to reach
out and pull her even closer, but was relieved when a
buzzer, apparently coming from her beeper interrupted
the silent spell.
Sue retrieved a black box from her shoulder hung
purse and read aloud, "They=ve found the boy, he's hurt
and in shock, but alive@.
CHAPTER FIVE
While Sue expertly, but recklessly challenged all
traffic enforcement agencies, she intently concentrated,
but privately, on the contents of her call on the car
phone. Bob was puzzled as to why she did not just switch
on the speaker. Was he not privy to all the data, or was
she reluctant to share her source? And why was he
suspicious? Was it jealousy of whoever was her source, or just that she had much better news connections.
The call terminated Sue finally began, AOne of
Sheriff Omar=s deputies, responding to reports of
screams, swung through the Arsenal Gravel parking lot
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about One AM, this morning and luckily spotted the
missing boy, lying mostly nude under one of the gravel
trucks. He was conscious but shivering and in shock. He
showed signs of sexual molestation, so the deputy
wrapped him in blankets and raced for General Hospital,
almost running over a dead man on the side of thedriveway. Fearful, he had hit him coming in, he stopped
to check as he was calling it in. Said he was a bloody
mess, with all of the wounds seemingly centered in the
seat of his pants. He was wearing a Werewolf costume
fitting the description of the kidnapper@
ASounds a little like someone administered shotgun
justice, but didn=t care enough for the kid, to stick
around or call for help. Did your mole indicate anyevidence of others at the scene?,@ Bob Lowe asked just
a little petulantly.
AMy source is a secret, not because I=m
withholding from you, but to protect the squealer’s butt.
Sure he likes me, but I dangle nothing. You are jealous,
right? I like that. Here=s the Arsenal=s gravel pit
entrance, now.@
Yellow tape stretched across the road, but Sue
swerved down through the weeded ditch, somehow eluding
the festooned warning. Bob saw several squad cars, an
ambulance but so far, no mobile television crews and only
one civilian car, a new Cadillac, probably not a newsman.
First in on a big scoop and how unfortunate he was, not to
have his own mobile phone and some network or news
service contacts yet. What a wasted break.
Sue pulled in next to the ambulance and smiling
broadly at the shocked deputies, and without forfeitingthat facial expression, whispered an aside, AYou
schmooze Ambulance crew and see what you can suck up,
I will charm and pump the deputies.@
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ASound=s good,@ Bob said but knew he didn=t
feel capable or qualified, envying her brashness and self-
confidence. Play it dumb, Bob thought, and then confided,
AMaybe they will appreciate humility, and confuse it with
honesty,@ and Bob walked to the back of an ambulance,
where a civilian, maybe Medical Examiner, was takingover, both paramedics standing back. Sidling close to the
one, medic, he began his first effort at investigative
reporting.
CHAPTER SIX
Bob was loaded with supposition and fact, and
proudly returned to the Jeep, where Sue waited. Connie,
no, Conrad, Senior Paramedic, Unit 38 had shared all that
he knew and even some quotable guesses, willingly as soonas Bob had asked his name for the news. Now to sort out
what was real and what was printable. The Ambulance
was leaving with the dead perpetrator, and Channel
Five=s remote transmitter van was just now, on the
scene. He ventured, ASue, let=s take coffee back to my
digs and compare our interviews for corroborative
duplication.@
He hoped she would say no as there was still
chance he could get something with his byline to some
news service, assuming his phone line was alive. stories of
vengeance told and sold well.
Sue answered somewhat smugly, AWe should both
go home, write up what we know, then read each other=s
copy, taking the one with the most fact and human
interest, then augment that story with supplemental bits
from each other. Where our coalesced versions differ,
we can just attribute to those we can quote, Okay?@ ASounds Good,@ he replied happy to pursue his own
course. She sure did not sound like the bubble- head that
wrote the story on deer eradication. He spoke,AToo bad
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we didn=t have a camera, cause this one seems to be
grist for the checkout counter mags.@
AOh but we do, and I did,@ Sue said proudly,
holding aloft a tiny camera between her thumb and
index finger. The pictures I will use in the Bullet will
cost a few bucks, but those I have taken by the prosthat can get where we can=t. The miniatures are only
for backup or sometimes, a discreet form of
blackmail. Unless I develop them myself, it takes too
long and too much money.@
Gloating and talking little, Sue drove an amazingly
short distance from the lurid murder scene, to the urban
safety of his small apartment. Bob perfunctorily
embraced Sue, and then dashed up the stairs to work uphis version of Crime and Punishment, Lowe style. It read:
Conrad Dippley, Senior Paramedic began his
special Halloween-lengthened twelve-hour stint at the
Newberg Central Fire Station at noon, all Saints day
prepared for any emergency. He had two dozen popcorn
balls for tricks or treaters and his standard EMT
emergency kit, freshly checked and replenished.
Holidays, legal or just popular, usually presented more
challenges than normal workdays, but in twelve years of
duty with the Newberg Fire Station, Conrad had treated
more victims of violent death in the area around Long
Lake than any of his compatriots elsewhere in the state.
Something was different in this North Minneapolis
suburb. At the Fire station, helping hand out treats,
Conrad had served a trio of young goblins, and took
particular interest in the boy garbed as Pirate with
home-made orange and green striped trousers.On his last emergency call of the evening =s shift,
he was saddened to see those trousers again. They lay by
the young unconscious boy, ripped off by a sick and
dangerous psychopath in the parking lot of Arsenal Sand
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and Gravel. Quickly treating the boy for exposure and
shock, Conrad felt sure that he had escaped the intended
violation only by the intervention of an unknown
mysterious rescuer who had viciously destroyed the
boy =s molester, but then disappeared. The boy,
uncharacteristically taken to Saint Paul General Hospital by Ramsey County deputies, rather than left in his care.
The last words Conrad heard from the boy, were that a
Monster came and saved him from a werewolf.
Conrad switched his attention to the body of the
boy =s abductor, and quickly determined not only that he
was already dead but also that had died slowly and
horribly from internal bleeding. Conrad’s examination was
abruptly taken over with the arrival of Herbert Twinkley,Ramsey County Medical Examiner.
Twinkley confirmed Conrad =s suspicions, telling
Deputies on the scene that the dead man, later identified
as Edgar Horneman, died from massive internal
hemorrhages caused by rupture of almost all internal
organs including both kidneys, large and small intestines,
stomach, liver and even the lungs. No entry wound was
discernable, except anally. Because bleeding was
essentially internal, death was prolonged, explaining the
long duration of screaming, which terminated just
seconds before the first deputy arrived on the scene.
The assailant must have torturously continued the attack
during that time span, using a somewhat blunt instrument,
forcibly impaling the victim despite his heavy denim
pants, much of which were imbedded in the man =s
abdominal cavity.
When the Medical Examiner was appraised by Ramsey County >s Senior Investigating Deputy, Ira
Blackmore, that the deadman matched the identity of a
recently paroled and locally registered child molester,
Police quickly focused on and positively identified as
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Horneman. Twinkley responded, AWell, he may have
deserved to die, but he suffered horribly for his sins.
With lacerations of all the internal organs except the
heart, it looks like some vigilante deliberately arranged a
lingering and torturously painful death. I sure hope you
catch the bugger before he does someone who does not deserve to die.@
Deputy Blackmore had responded to a 911 call
reporting screams and the sound of a trumpet or horn
that emanated from somewhere on the southwest shore
of Long Lake and that caller said the screaming had gone
on for at least fifteen minutes before he concluded it
was not Halloween revelers. Officer Blackmore reported
hearing the same disturbance while he was coming down the west shore access but that it stopped moments
before he turned into the Arsenal parking lot. He saw
the naked, trembling boy first and only saw the dead man,
wearing the werewolf getup and lying in the nearby ditch,
when he opened his squad car door.
Emergency medical technician Conrad Dippley will
go on duty again about Suppertime, on the first day of
November. He will be alert and concerned; because he
remembers the words of the little rescued Pirate
defining that a monster came to his rescue. If he is
right, there is a vengeful vigilante on the loose in
Newberg who dispenses harsh justice to wrongdoers.
Who will be next?
Bob knew it could stand re-write but he wanted to
get it first to the Checkout Counter Press, and it would
take some heavy phone research to get the rightnumbers. He would start with that publisher in East
Florida that he still had listed in his notebook.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
Bob smugly handed over his handwritten foolscap
just as he had transcribed it to the Enquirer, except for
the line he had added about this being one of many
examples of strange acts of a mysterious vigilante,
exacting vengeance on deserving villains, in the Newbergarea. That line, intended to build market for a second
story, where justice bloodily triumphs. A story not yet
known but one Lowe felt he could dredge out of
newspaper morgues, starting first with Newberg Bullet
but then, ranging far as need be.
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AA little lurid, perhaps, but I can lay it all on
second person reports, credited to our hero, Dippley.
Then remembering his newly discovered need for
affection, added, AI hope you can read my hen
scratching, Sue. I will bring my portable PC and printerwhen I bring my car over from Detroit this weekend.
Why don=t you come along and help me drive?@
AMy, my, your libido=s back. I thought that part
of you died when you brushed me off so abruptly.@ she
said, adding teasingly, AI am afraid we would have trouble
deciding who was driving and who was riding. After we
get the small part of our paper that is not advertising
set, I thought you and I could work up something to earn
some bucks from for the supermarket press. I got some
great shots, especially from the coroner=s office.@
Bob realized how Sue would interpret his unilateral
submission and hoped the Enquirer now was so over laden
with off beat material, and lose interest in a wild story
about vengeance on a child molester received
unsubstantiated and over the phone, so his regretted
betrayal would not be revealed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
They spent a pleasant Friday afternoon, Bob on his
best behavior, flattering moderately and agreeing to just
the right amount of Sue=s opinions. Bob tactfully
indulged in some libidinous flirting and some accidental
contacts that hinted at more. He was charming and on his
very best behavior. Sue diligently displayed all the tools
and resources of the Bullet back room, included fifty
years of past editions. Both were surprised to find time
had passed quickly, leaving emptiness in their belly and
longing in their loins. Both began plotting satisfaction of
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their food needs. Sue was looking up the number of her
favorite restaurant, looking at those where there was a
due bill on advertising, long overdue, when the phone rang
with a foreboding sound, that Bob instinctively
recognized and instantly regretted letting Sue answer.Sue said, AIt=s the National Enquirer, wanting
more on the mutilated pedophile. Take it Asshole, I=m
going to dinner...alone,@ said Sue angrily on her way out
the door.
Bob Lowe penitently realized that again, he got just
what he deserved. No wonder he was unattached, unloved
and maybe unemployed. Not knowing anything better, he
picked up the phone and began, ABob here, can I help
you?
The voice on the phone said, AWe liked your story
so far, Bobby but it needs some fattening. We will
stretch it up a little, here. We would not use it without
pictures, except you claim you got a new twist on serial
killing going there. We can generate some drawings and
pictures that fit better than real, anyway. Now dig me up
another killing by the same vigilante, and we will give it a
big play. I have Federal Expressed you the standardpackage. Read it, cash the advance and sign up a few of
the blank releases. We can use good off beat stuff. Oh
yes, give us the Deer Hunter bit too, if you can tie them
together@
Sad and alone in the editorial office, Bob set about
salvaging something from the wreck of his job. He pulled
open the first of the morgue files, and began a full night
of research, turning his hunger pangs to an unfulfilled and
goading drive. He worked through the night, pulling out
and copying three more stories, which he could attribute
to the mystery avenger.
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Just ready to surrender to his hunger and leave for
breakfast, although not sure the Rolling Wheels Truck
Stop began breakfast service before Five, Bob struck pay
dirt. In last December=s first week issue, A writer
calling himself, >Animal Lover=, was terribly upsetbecause a fur trapper was illegally operating inside city
limits and also on the Newberg Government Munitions
Reservation and the large Arsenal Sand and Gravel
grounds. Those officials had not responded to his
complaints. He was even more irate because he had
photographic proof, clearly showing the scoundrel bagging
a mink out of season, using an illegal drown-trap.
>Animal Lover= eloquently described how down-traps
worked. Such traps set linked on a slanted one-way stake
driven in the bottom so that any trapped and struggling
animal could only go one way, and that was deeper in the
water to drown before it could free itself by chewing of
its snared leg. The description of that death struggle was
graphic and well written. Bob read it twice enjoying the
well-chosen words and taut but complete portrayal. It
was graphic and emotionally moving. So descriptive,
anyone who, like Bob suffered claustrophobia wouldempathize with the sadly tormented beast and also
struggle to breathe. Bob started a third reading of
the lyrical prose before realizing that the letter arrived
just one week before a story was ran about the unsolved
murder of an illegal fur trapper, drowned because he
broke through ice entangled in weighty mink traps.
Animal Lover had been a frequent writer of letters ATo
the Editor@ and Bob backtracked. In a previous letter
during last August he had wrangled about the bituminous-
mix plant operator, using dioxin-contaminated oil. That
accused polluter, Headron Berkely perished the following
month by supposedly falling into his cooker, late at night
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when all of his work force had left. Sue=s story on that
story was free of the attention-getting syntax
grammatical errors that had enticed him to Newberg.
A prominent Newberg contractor, Headron Berkely,was found trapped in one of his asphalt cookers, Sunday
morning by Ramsey County Deputies who responded to a
complaint from Lakeshore owners. His death was termed
mysterious by Chief Deputy, Harry Langeman because the
body bore many penetrating but not life threatening
wounds from an unidentified object. Langeman said
Berkely looked like the loser of a bullfight, even before
boiling in the waste oil fired in the cooker. The lid had
been closed and bolted from the outside and there were
some indications that Berkely had intentionally crawled in
the gigantic asphalt melting tank to escape an attacker.
Someone had latched the lid and lit the burners.
Langeman =s theory was supported by evidence that
Berkely had scarred the inside of the lid in futile
attempts to force it open. Nearby neighbors of the plant
described the screams as subdued, as if emanating from
a deep pit or well. Scattered around near the cooker were empty waste barrels of differing noxious chemical
constituents, mostly considered dangerous and requiring
expensive disposal. Analysis of the boiling oil will reveal
whether it came from the unmarked barrels.
Investigation is ongoing.
Tired from his all night stint, Bob Lowe cradled his head
on the desk with ice cold hands and dreamed of cooking in
barrels of boiling chemicals, putrefying each stifling
breath.
CHAPTER NINE
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Jolted awake by the smell of burning chemicals, he
followed the stench to the rear door, where he
discovered a very new and small fire licking at the on the
corner of the tin shed where the flammable printing
press wash-up chemicals were stored. On his way out, hehad noticed a foam fire extinguisher on the inside of the
Bullet back door, and Bob quickly put it to work. The
surrounding neighborhood was empty. Bob stood sentry
over the extinguished rags, and noticed an old pickup pull
slowly out the Supper club parking lot a block away. The
headlights were off, but as it turned toward the lake and
passed under the streetlight, Bob could see by the truck
was old, and covered with dirt but had once been bright
yellow 1940 International. Was that the fire setter? The
sound seemed familiar, but Bob could not see the license
and regretted he could not follow the truck on foot. Bob
would be watching for that truck.
Bob returned to the Bullet and left a note humbly
describing his heroics, on Sue=s desk. Hopefully, she
would not believe he had set the fire in an effort to
mitigate his guilt. After writing the note, he had
impetuously added a postscript explaining his attempt toearn extra money so he could impress the girl he loved,
was the cause of his treachery. It read well, and maybe
even true.
Surveying the night=s research, bob had a large
bundle of local news highlighted by horrendous accounts
of the past year=s mysterious and unsolved deaths in and
around Newberg. For a small town, there were too many
unsolved murders and most of them seemed to be
somewhat justified. The pressroom crew would be coming
soon, so Bob grabbed three more unstudied back issues of
the Bullet, locked up and left.
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Back in his cold apartment, Bob could not sleep. Had
he played his cards better, he could have invited Sue to
share his lonely bedroom, but now, he would be lucky if he
still had a job, not run out of town. Bundled in bed, he set
about digesting the night=s accumulation of Newberghistory as recorded by the Bullet.
He picked up the first of the unread back issues,
and saw an intriguing headline, ALocal Banker Freezes@
and the issue was but three weeks ago. People did not
freeze in early October, even in Minnesota. The story
bore Sue=s byline, and he read below the picture of an
almost new but totally battered Cadillac. It was another
story suggesting vengeance at work:
Railroad workers discovered Jonas Weatherless, a
local banker missing since the surprise dismissal of his
Federal indictment last Friday, dead from exposure on
the Newberg Arsenal reservation. Roy Blankenship,
section hand supervisor was investigating a clogged
culvert under the service road that accessed the Rice
Creek railroad crossing, last Monday. A bloated corpse,
wedged in the 16-inch culvert, caused the blockage and resultant impounding of water. Sheriff =s deputy, Ira
Gates who responded to Blankenships 911 call, told
reporters that Weatherless, forcibly stripped of all
clothing, apparently took refuge in the culvert as
evidenced by his kneeling position with rosary beads
clasped in his hands.
Although October temperatures were seldom below
freezing, The Medical Examiner expostulated that death
was likely caused by hypothermia from the near freezing
waters of the drainage ditch. Investigators found the
victim =s torn clothing scattered in a sixty foot, muddied
and trampled trail between the drain opening and the
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heavily damaged Cadillac owned by the deceased. Every
exterior panel of the year old car was severely battered
and all glass shattered.Foul play seems an inevitable conclusion, reported Sheriff
Chandler. Potential suspects could include any of the thousands
of defrauded investors in Weatherless=s Sheltering Arms
Corporation or reputed mobster cohorts, suspecting Jonas
cooperated with authorities to gain his release.
Bob had to patch things with Sue. She was sexy, shared his love
of writing, and he was apparently in love with her. He found
new energy and returned to the office to retrieve more back
issues of the Bullet to study back in his apartment as his
presence at the paper was, at best, tenuous. He was sure he
would find more stories of mysterious retribution.
CHAPTER TEN
Back in his apartment, sprawled among the half
read newspapers on his still unmade bed, the still
remaining scent of Sue=s AForbidden Fruit@ energizedhis libido and an emotion he had never before
experienced. What it was, he did not know. Forgetting all
formalities, Bob picked up his phone, dialed number, and
demanded,AIs Sue there?@
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It was Irma who smugly said,ANo, Bob. I think
you=ve fumbled the ball, with her, and the Bullet.@
AI know that. But she doesn=t understand why I
needed the money that story would bring.@ and then a lie
came easily, AI don=t have a pot to pee in and I=m inlove with Sue. I wanted to buy her a diamond ring for
Christmas. I guess the game=s over and I should leave.@
During Irma=s long silence, Bob realized the easy
lie was becoming truth. AActually, she=s taking a week
off, and doesn=t want you to leave, at least for the week
she=s gone.@
From another phone, Charles Grimm joined in. ASue
is majority owner of the paper, and she wants you to stay.
I had to give her majority to keep her from taking a job
offered with the Chicago Tribune, a year ago. I would
have fired you, had you stabbed me in the back as you did
Sue. She left a letter and some things at your desk. Do
not expect me to be too cordial, but our paths shouldn=t
cross much.@
AThis is God=s truth, Charlie. I need the Bullet
much more than it needs me, and I don=t make the same
mistakes twice. I love your daughter, more than anyother girl I have known. Besides, there=s a real mystery
lurking here in Newberg. Maybe, even a series that could
win a Pulitzer prize.@ Bob hated begging forgiveness, a
new and ego shattering experience.
AYours or Sue=s,@ Grim said skeptically.
AIt would be my intention to make it all of ours!
Do I have a free hand, editorially, the week Sue=s gone?
I know I can flush out the secret avenger that=s been
doing in local villains.@
ASue spelled out her terms in the letter she left at
your desk.@
AHow can I reach Sue?@
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AWell, she will be staying with a friend named Kelly
Kashel, in the Detroit area, while doing some research
there, but do not call her, let her call you.@
Stunned, Lowe turned silent. Kelly Kashel had to be
the >bimbo= Sue had accused him of mistreating. Shewas their mutual contact, and source of Sue=s advance
information. Bob was afraid to remember girls he had
mistreated or disappointed and only dimly remembered a
girl named Kelly. AHow does Sue know Kelly, Mr. Grimm?@
ACollege roommates, I think. She was sort of a
bubblehead. Did not understand blonde jokes, but
inspired them. Sue took her under her wings, trying to
help. Sue brought her here, once. Beautiful but dumb.She was not a good reflection on Waldorf College, even if
she was their Tulip Queen.@
Now he remembered the former Tulip Queen, but
hoped Kelly had forgotten details of their short, shared
history. He ran all the way to the Bullet office, and
exulted that his key still opened the front door, although
his nervous and fumbling efforts almost convinced him
that it was a newly changed lock. On his desk at theBullet, Bob found an awkwardly dumped pile of electronic
gear, books and notepads. Bob pushed aside the portable
fax, printer, pager, a big key ring with labeled keys,
miniature recorder, a very small camera, and underneath
all, he found an envelope addressed to, ABobbv@. Bob
tore open the envelope and read.
I knew you were a dink, when I sent you the deer
slaying story, so I won =t give up on you just yet. Our mutual friend told me you were miscast as anything but a
small town newspaper- man, and that your selfishness
made you a lousy lover, but having great potential.
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I went to your room to give you another chance, but
gave up about four in the morning. I guess I don =t want
to know where you went to heal your wounded ego. I
rummaged around, through your things and found the
keys to your storage unit and your old Packard and took them. Boy, are you a slob. I will pack your clothes and
amorous souvenirs in the old clunk and drive it back.
Don =t worry. I know you love the car and I will be very
careful. For two weeks, while I gather evidence and pack
your stuff, run the Bullet as if it were yours, but when I
get back, you change your ways or move on, unless you
want to end up as dog treats.--Love Sue!
Bob tried to remember more about Kelly so could
call Sue. He could use the reprieve and chase down the
mystery avenger, and earn approval all the Grimms. He
could smell a great story and that was most important.
Then too, Sue did not consider him a complete loss, yet.
Sue had gone to Detroit Ato gather evidence and impound
the personal property of one Robert Lowe@ meant
something. If she were holding his antique Packard
hostage, it could mean she considered him of value, too.Deciding to jog back to his digs, he again saw the
old International pickup, new in 1940, making it one year
older than his treasured and functionally restored
Packard. Parked in front of the city hall/library, the old
truck was clean and pristine, obviously treasured and
superbly maintained. The truck was probably stored in a
dry and temperature controlled environment. It could be
the same truck that he spotted after the attempted burn
of the Bullet.
Crossing the street, he peered in the window to
check the mileage on the odometer. The angle was wrong
from the side window, and his curiosity teased him to
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jump up in the back, and look through the rear window.
There was nothing in the back, except two bales of hay
and a grainy white cube. While he stood considering the
temptation, one of the Bullet=s two back shop workers
came by and when asked, told him the white cube was asalt block, cattlemen provided their stock as necessary
nutritional supplement. Possibly bait for deer poachers,
but legal and customary in feedlots. Bob copied down the
license plate, noting that the tag was not the collector
version, implying the owner might be a super careful
possessor and fastidious mechanic unaware of the
truck=s antique value. Were he to inquire about buying it,
the owner would not be aware of his real suspicions.
The Department of Motor Vehicles responded to
his phony representation as a interning Aide in the
Ramsey County Attorney=s office and Bob, without guilt,
found the owner of the old yellow pickup to be Allen
Hartmann. Further search of keyed references of Allen
Hartman led him to a several personal interest stories on
Hartmann. Bob found on Hartmann’s retirement as
Probate Judge, with an inordinate and thus frustrated
interest in criminal law and justice. The story boreIrma=s by-line and was written as if straight from
somebody=s society page. He called Irma.
AWho is Judge Hartmann, Irma? I read your neat
story on his retirement seven years ago. Is he a friend?@
AHe was a strange bird, too. Never quite fit in
Newberg society, you know. Crackpot really, but he=s
lived on the family farm for ages. Scandal forced him to
retire and he grows watermelons, on the long-time family
farm over on the East bank of the lake.@
AIrma, How did he become a judge, as a crackpot?@
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AHe has been a long time resident, and studied law,
graduating with honors at the University. He was a lousy
lawyer, especially if you were guilty. He never would
bargain or plead down, and never successfully defended
someone guilty. I believe grateful prosecutors got himnominated as Judge of probate court, and voters elected
him. In a very short time, he intruded into a sensitive
criminal case, so he ended up shamed impeached. I don=t
remember the details, except he is certifiable, but he is
successful growing potatoes ands watermelons. He owns
the nicest chunk of property there, but he won=t sell it.
Penurious and happy, I think@
AThank you, Irma! I think I can make you proud of
me as newspaperman and son-in-law, and that=s my
goal.@ Bob hung up impolitely, anxious to make his next
call.
He was surprised to see Hartman still listed as
Judge and having a public number. He dialed and waited.
AHey Judge Hartmann, I=m glad I caught you are
home. I followed your International=s antique and
distinctive tire tracks, and found out who tried to burn
down the Bullet.@ Dead silence followed and Bobcontinued, AGot you dead to rights on at least a dozen
other killings, only a little justifiable. Do you want to talk
about your acts of revenge?@
Finally, a response, AYou are that cocky new
reporter at the Bullet, right?@
Having connected, Bob waited to score.
ADo you want the real story? Come to my farm
driveway, and come down to the lakeshore, past the burnt
out barn. Set yourself in the outdoor toilet by the
watermelon patch. If you come alone, I will come talk to
you, but not face to face. Tell you anything you want to
know. Tonight, no cops or witnesses, and be there by ten
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PM, sharp.@ Then the judge hung up and left the phone
off the cradle.
Bob began preparing for his cloak and dagger
mission immediately, packing his undercover gear.
He debated, finding and borrowing Sue’s mobile cellphone, but then demurred. He did not have anyone around
he wanted to share his story, just yet.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Bob entered the outdoor toilet, carefully
closing the surprisingly heavy door so that a slight gap
for illicit observation remained. Checking his canvas
duffel bag, he was reassured that its inventory included
flashlight, two cold cans of soda, his tape recorder and a
flash equipped camera, then began his wait for the
promised informant. Bob found the bench seat
uncomfortable, and the refulgent odors permeating the
closed space, made him aware that the building's function
was definitely toilet, though probably not very recently.
In fact, the odors, while gamy, seemed very old, and
musty.
Thankful for the near full moon he positioned hishead to maximize his field of vision through the gaping
doorway. While he could neither hear or see anything, the
erection of the hairs on the back of his neck signaled a
new presence leaving him unsurprised when an anonymous
raspy and shaking voice began.. "I'm glad you came and
followed my instructions to come alone. Before I start, I
need to first protect my privacy and will adjust this door
a bit..." and the grating sound of a heavy beam rapidly
scraped over the suddenly closed door signaled he should
have immediately lunged for freedom. Bob found himself
trapped inside a suddenly dark, scary and smelly box.
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"Hey, hey…what the...what is going on here?" Bob
stuttered, disconsolately aware that he could have left a
large stick or stone to block to prevent the door from
completely closing. Bob could smell his fear as his armpits
turned wet with sweat. Let me out, he screamed to theempty farm field.
"Patience, patience my inquisitive friend, the voice,
much stronger now and confident continued, "Answers you
wanted, answers you'll get. But you must understand why
prying into our affairs must stop. Yes, you already know I
am the failed and vilified Judge Hartmann. I knew you
would figure us both out when you saw my truck carrying
the salt block. I watched you. You know the killings are
all justifiable, and there is such a great need for them to
continue... People just can't know who is doing the killing
or why."
Bob realized that his watermelon-raising recluse
had trapped him and was crazy as Irma had warned, but
what was significance of the salt block? He regretted
not coming more prepared, and must encourage and
lengthen his captor's narrative while developing an escape
plan. He heard some strange thumps on his cage, was hiscaptor nailing him in? How long would it take him to
enlarge either of the two holes of the "two-holer" with
his small and dull penknife? In his best conciliatory
manner, he began. "Now look, my defensive friend. if you
and whoever are arranging the accidents that are wiping
out some richly deserving bastards, why would I blow the
whistle. Hey, I believe in Fair Play, too. Just explain to
me, who is doing it and why." Then the floor beneath him
lurched downward and his cage tilted a little forward and
to the left. What was going on outside?
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The thumping stopped and his dominator drawled,
"Well, now, you want to know the who or the why before I
drop you down into the crap hole?"
Bob, his penknife in his hand, quickly shifted his
focus from the seat holes looking for weak spots in theroof or walls. There was a crescent cutout a foot below
the peak that looked promising. That cutout, almost a
foot in breadth compromised the rigidity of two ten inch
boards. He stood on the bench and peered through the
cut out. There was a dark shape he knew to be his
captor, facial detail was shadowed from the moon, but
the shovel his adversary had been using to under-mine
the foundation of his cage, reflected moonlight. His
captor was leaning to rest or pushing against his toilet
wall. He knew he must keep his tormentor talking, buying
time to solve his predicament. How much time did he
have? How far down in the pit below could he fall. Surely,
he could cut through the roof if the excretion pit was
deep.
Cautiously, Lowe began, "When did it begin, Judge?
Who was first? Was it always here at the lake? How
many bad men have been done-in. Before me, have youever put a good or innocent man down? Have you punished
women?" Still looking through the crescent toward the
moon, he saw the old man lay down his shovel, turn
halfway and lean back against the wall, then the dark
shadow began to talk.
"Almost one hundred years ago, this watermelon
patch was part of a large cattle holding pen where the
grass fed cattle from the West were unloaded from the
box cars on that old siding over by the Asphalt cooker.
The great Northern Packing plant was to the west all the
way to the lakeshore, with the icehouse on pilings out into
Long Lake.
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The cattle kill ramp went from that far end of the
holding pen over by those two scraggly oaks, where you
could have seen my hay bales, up three stories to the kill
floor. The cows drove up that ramp, where the hammer
man dropped them with a blow to the middle of theirforehead, the throat man, cut the juggler while the three
hide slitters cut the skin from around the head, slit from
the chin to the tail and made encircling cuts around all
four hoofs. The shackle man, placed hooks in sinews of
the rear heels and the unconscious bleeding carcass was
hoisted Twelve feet higher, to be dropped twenty feet to
the beef-dressing floor on the second story. While
shackled at the very top, two hooks at the end of twelve-
foot cables were hooked by the shakeout man to loosened
corners of the cows hide, beneath the jaw on both sides
of the center slit. The cow was let drop, the shorter
shakeout cables snapped taut, the animal dropping
another six feet, neatly shedding its hide for the
tannery.
The hammer man was an artist, called upon to
render the cow unconscious, but not dead. The dead cow
would not bleed as well, nor would the shakeout-fall pulloff the hide cleanly and intact. If the dropped cow were
not unconscious, their outcry would pain anyone within
earshot, and the struggling carcass could hurt its
butchers. A creature skinned alive takes forever to die,
and the hurt from each severed nerve end, gathers in
magnified pain. No one would dare to hear that howl of
agony twice. So fearful co-workers appreciated hammer
men who mastered their technique. Even pain-hardened
packinghouse workers could not witness that agony.
My father was a hammer-man who let only two
conscious cows drop during his eleven years as mercy
giver. The first was an accident, but the second, a Texas
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bred Longhorn Siring Bull from Wyoming, angered my
father by menacingly swinging his horned head as he
entered narrows at the ramp top, almost spearing him. A
light tap, with a request to his workmate, the throat man,
to make a very light cut, set up the revenge. `Bleed himslow, Jimmy,= he had hollered. The Bull dropped, and a
bellowing, enraged skinned carcass lit in a heap, then
miraculously stood erect, turning from pale white to
bright crimson as a million small capillaries each
blossomed a bead of blood. Maddened with pain, roaring
with rage the skinned bull charged the length of the beef
trim floor and into the passageway to the icehouse,
running with the broken shackles still at his heels,
clattering in counter-point.
Up the ramp the un-dead bull charged. There was a
splash as the ton of bull dove out the Ice-loading ramp
door into the silence of the lake. The bull did not surface
nor did it die.
My father quit or was fired, never telling me which,
even on his death bed when he made me promise to
continue his practice of leaving hay, corn and salt back
there where the willows go down to the point. I neversaw the bull, while my father lived, though he claimed he
saw him daily. The feed we left always disappeared, but
there have always been many deer in the area. The day
father left the packing house, he paid three times real
value for that swampy ten acres up by Rice Creek outlet,
and we've lived somewhere on Long Lake every day of my
life since that bull dove in the lake. Back in 1928, fifteen
years after the packing plant closed, bootleggers set up a
still in the old ice house, and one night a few people
wearing concrete skis slid, screaming for help, down that
old ice loading ramp. Police, responding to reports of
gunfire and screams, broke into the locked icehouse and
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found four bootlegger's mutilated bodies amid the
shattered wreckage of their boiler and still. Police
concluded that part of the band had beat the dead gang
members to pieces with axes and hammers, then poured
cement boots around their feet and skidded them downthe ice- block-loading ramp. The police did not explain
why the maimed bodies lay, with their emptied guns amid
the exhausted shell casings, yet no one had bullet
wounds."
"My father heard the bellow and knew the cause of
the carnage. You, my unfortunate friend, are trying to
get my vindictive bull, discovered and destroyed. Maybe
that is possible. I am sorry, but I must sink you farther
into the pit and burn my toilet, you and any scribbles of
evidence, you have accumulated. I Really don't want you
to suffer, so I'll use plenty of gasoline."
In panic, Bob watched the old man shuffle off to a
shadowed clump of bushes, and lift out a large red can.
Then he heard a roar, louder than thunder. Bob saw a
ghastly white giant bull facing them, head slowly shaking
side to side, eyes glowing red like embers from Hell, and
then it charged! He watched, amazed by the waltzinggallop of a leg-shackled bull, marveling at its speed,
covering the thirty feet to his equally spellbound
antagonist, before he could take a single step.
Hypnotized, he watched the bull trample the silent
but struggling, vengeance-bent judge, together with his
full gasoline can, to a bloody slurry, ripe for cremation.
Finished, the bull snorted triumphantly, fixing Bob with a
forever-remembered glare, then turned and trotted
placidly past his vantage point, toward Long Lake.
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Bob asked, “Why was he spared?” The bull had always acted in
retribution. Was he destroying his keeper, or trading his old keeper
for a new one? Would he find himself bringing hay to his new captor?Would he ever write the story of this night of horror exposing the
avenging ghost? Would he try to resurrect his love affair with Sue?
Would he dare to start the novel he had came here to write, ending up
fulfilled only with creation of commercially acceptable words? Would
he risk disbelief and ridicule if that puddle of bloody pulverized flesh,
soaked in gasoline, did not retain the corroborating hoof prints of the
ghostly bull? Or would he ignite that waiting pyre, destroying evidence
of the vengeance-seeking ghost, so it might secretly continue punishing
those escaping justice from the courts? Would he continue feeding
and supporting the rampaging ghost bull or forget everything he knew,
except his longing for a family with Sue?
Bob unfolded the blade of his penknife and set to work carving
away the boards already altered by half-moon ventilator slot. In time,
he could escape from his intended tomb, and choose his destiny.