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 A creature from earth: out of earth; indeed。 Up from the underworld and on its way to the great bowl for a night of celebration。 Once every generation or so; his father had told him; the desert spat out its demons and let them loose awhile。 Being a child who thought for himself Packard had never believed the shit his father talked but was this not such a demon?
 Whatever mischance had brought this burning mons…trosity into his town to die; there was pleasure for Packard in the proof of their vulnerability。 His father had never mentioned that possibility。
 Half…smiling at the thought of mastering such foulness; Packard stepped up to the smoking corpse and kicked it。 The crowd; still lingering in the safety of the doorways; cooed with admiration at his bravery。 The half…smile spread across his face。 That kick alone would be worth a night of drinks; perhaps even a woman。
 The thing was belly up。 With the dispassionate gaze of a professional demon…kicker; Packard scrutinized the tangle of limbs across the head。 It was quite dead; that was obvious。 He sheathed his gun and bent towards the corpse。
 'Get a camera out here; Jebediah;' he said; impressing even himself。
 His deputy ran off towards the office。
 'What we need;' he said; 'is a picture of this here beauty。'
 Packard went down on his haunches and reached across to the blackened limbs of the thing。 His gloves would be ruined; but it was worth the inconvenience for the good this gesture would be doing for his public image。 He could almost feel the admiring looks as he touched the flesh; and began to shake a limb loose from the head of the monster。
 The fire had welded the parts together; and he had to wrench the limb free。 But it came; with a jellied sound; revealing the heat…withered eye on the face beneath。
 He dropped the limb back where it had e with a look of disgust。
 A beat。
 Then the demon's arm was snaking up … suddenly … too suddenly for Packard to move; and in a moment sublime with terror the Sheriff saw the mouth open in the palm of its forefoot and close again around his own hand。
 Whimpering he lost balance and sat in the fat; pulling away from the mouth; as his glove was chewed through; and the teeth connected with his hand; clipping off his fingers as the rasping maw drew digits; blood and stumps further into its gut。
 Packard's bottom slid in the mess under him and he squirmed; howling now; to loose himself。 It still had life in it; this thing from the underworld。 Packard bellowed for mercy as he staggered to his feet; dragging the sordid bulk of the thing up off the ground as he did so。
 A shot sounded; close to Packard's ear。 Fluids; blood and pus spattered him as the limb was blown to smithereens at the shoulder; and the mouth loosed its grip on Packard。 The wasted mass of devouring muscle fell to the ground; and Packard's hand; or what was left of it; was in the open air again。 There were no fingers remaining on his right hand; and barely half a thumb; the shattered bone of his digits jutted awkwardly from a partially chewed palm。
 
 Eleanor Kooker dropped the barrel of the shotgun she had just fired; and grunted with satisfaction。
 'Your hand's gone;' she said; with brutal simplicity。
 Monsters; Packard remembered his father telling him; never die。 He'd remembered too late; and now he'd sacrificed his hand; his drinking; sexing hand。 A wave of nostalgia for lost years with those fingers washed over him; while dots burst into darkness before his eyes。 The last thing he saw as a dead faint carried him to the ground was his dutiful deputy raising a camera to record the whole scene。
 
 The shack at the back of the house was Lucy's refuge and always had been。 When Eugene came back drunk from Wele; or a sudden fury took him because the stew was cold; Lucy retired into the shack where she could weep in peace。 There was no pity to be had in Lucy's life。 None from Eugene certainly; and precious little time to pity herself。
 Today; the old source of irritation had got Eugene into a rage:
 The child。
 The nurtured and carefully cultivated child of their love; named after the brother of Moses; Aaron; which meant 'exalted one'。 A sweet boy。 The prettiest boy in the whole territory; five years old and already as charming and polite as any East Coast Momma could wish to raise。
 Aaron。
 Lucy's pride and joy; a child fit to blow bubbles in a picture book; fit to dance; fit to charm the Devil himself。
 That was Eugene's objection。
 'That flicking child's no more a boy than you are;' he said to Lucy。 'He's not even a half…boy。 He's only fit for putting in fancy shoes and selling perfume。 Or a preacher; he's fit for a preacher。'
 He pointed a nail…bitten; crook…thumbed hand at the boy。
 'You're a shame to your father。'
 Aaron met his father's stare。
 'You hear me; boy?'
 Eugene looked away。 The boy's big eyes made him sick to his stomach; more like a dog's eyes than anything human。
 'I want him out of this house。'
 'What's he done?'
 'He doesn't need to do a thing。 It's sufficient he's the way he is。 They laugh at me; you know that? They laugh at me because of him。'
 'Nobody laughs at you; Eugene。'
 'Oh yes …'
 'Not for the boy's sake。'
 'Huh?'
 'If they laugh; they don't laugh at the boy。 They laugh at you。'
 'Shut your mouth。'
 'They know what you are; Eugene。 They see you clear; clear as I see you。'
 'I tell you; woman …'
 'Sick as a dog in the street; talking about what you've seen and what you're scared of…'
 He struck her as he had many times before。 The blow drew blood; as similar blows had for five years; but though she reeled; her first thoughts were for the boy。
 'Aaron;' she said through the tears the pain had brought。 'e with me。'
 'You let the bastard alone。' Eugene was trembling。
 'Aaron。'
 
 The child stood between father and mother; not knowing which to obey。 The look of confusion on his face brought Lucy's tears more copiously。
 'Mama;' said the child; very quietly。 There was a grave look in his eyes; that went beyond confusion。 Before Lucy could find a way to cool the situation; Eugene had hold of the boy by his hair and was dragging him closer。
 'You listen to your father; boy。'
 'Yes …'
 'Yes; sir; we say to our father; don't we? We say; yes; sir。'
 Aaron's face was thrust into the stinking crotch of his father's jeans。
 'Yes; sir。'
 'He stays with me; woman。 You're not taking him out into that fucking shack one more time。 He stays with his father。'
 The skirmish was lost and Lucy knew it。 If she pressed the point any further; she only put the child at further risk。
 'If you harm him …'
 'I'm his father; woman;' Eugene grinned。 'What; do you think I'd hurt my own flesh and blood?'
 The boy was locked to his father's hips in a position that was scarcely short of obscene。 But Lucy knew her husband: and he was dose to an outburst that would be uncontrollable。 She no longer cared for herself… she'd had her joys … but the boy was so vulnerable。
 'Get out of our sight; woman; why don't you? The boy and I want to be alone; don't we?'
 Eugene dragged Aaron's face from his crotch and sneered down at his pale face。
 'Don't we?'
 'Yes; Papa。'
 'Yes; Papa。 Oh yes indeed; Papa。'
 Lucy left the house and retired into the cool darkness of the shack; where she prayed for Aaron; named after the brother of Moses。 Aaron; whose name meant 'exalted one'; she wondered how long he could survive the brutalities the future would provide。
 The boy was stripped now。 He stood white in front of his father。 He wasn't afraid。 The whipping that would be meted out to him would pain him; but this was not true fear。
 'You're sickly; lad;' said Eugene; running a huge hand over his son's abdomen。 'Weak and sickly like a runty hog。 If I was a farmer; and you were a hog; boy; you know what I'd do?'
 Again; he took the boy by the hair。 The other hand; between the legs。
 'You know what I'd do; boy?'
 'No; Papa。 What would you do?'
 The scored hand slid up over Aaron's body while his father made a slitting sound。
 'Why; I'd cut you up and feed you to the rest of the litter。 Nothing a hog likes better to eat; than hog…meat。 How'd you like that?'
 'No; Papa

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