Shadows’ve howled three nights running; same as before Jeb and Eph disappeared. Sally reckons I’m loco, says they’ve sniffing after some woman or running from a deal.
But she’s wrong. Them dead Injuns cursed us for messing with their grave. The three of us and Cyrus Barron. Took my share back after they got Eph, and two other shares when the shadows howled again.
Barron slammed his door when I told him to give his back though.
I ain’t getting took. Brought a shotgun; one for the door and one for him.
Barely midday. Why’s his place black as pitch?