[The Devil’s Own by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookThe Devil’s Own CHAPTER XXVIII 11/19
He halted his horse, which pawed restlessly, and sat motionless, staring down into a little hollow immediately in front of him; then he turned in the saddle, and beckoned me. "Cum over yere, Cap," he called, his voice sounding strange.
"No, not the gurls; you cum alone." I rode forward and joined him, only to stare also, the heart within me almost ceasing to beat, as I beheld the gruesome sight so suddenly revealed.
There, within the confines of that little hollow, almost at the edge of the wood, lay the dead and mutilated bodies of eleven men, in every distorted posture imaginable, some stripped naked, and showing ghastly wounds; others fully clothed; but with the cloth hacked into rags.
It had once been a camp, the black coals of a fire still visible, with one man lying across them, his face burnt and unrecognizable.
With the exception of one only--a mere boy, who lay at few rods away, as though brought down in flight--the entire group were together, almost touching each other in death.
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