Stretched Necks by mya
The next day, the group gathered their gear and left for Tillcreek, but I wasnt with them. I made an excuse they didnt believe, and when night fell I wandered back up into the hills, and soon my feet had carried me back to that barren tree, where the brothers were waiting for me. A mere day it had been since we dragged them up there to that lonely place and strung them up for no good reason I could think of. Every one of us had known them for years, but that didnt matter. Times were different now. People needed things like that to happen.
Lester, who wed always figured as the younger of the two, had cried and shrieked like a baby boy, but Id seen that before. It was Jacob that stuck in my mind, his solemn, scarred face staring at us with hate, such absolute hate in his eyes, like Ive never seen in a human being. He didnt make a sound, but his eyes said everything, like the silent, lingering voice of a dead man. Dont count on it. It had said.
Dont count on me being gone for long.