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out.”
    Sheriff Dekker took them to a small shack outside of town to the south.
    â€œThe Lawrence boys lived here with their parents. They both died years ago. Drunks, both of them.”
    â€œHow’s Larry doing?” Clint asked.
    â€œYou’ll see,” Dekker said as they reached the door. “He’s scared, won’t come out of the shack for any reason. I tried—well, you’ll see.”
    Dekker knocked, and they heard a stifled scream from inside.

NINETEEN
    Dekker opened the door and the three of them went in. They found Larry Lawrence cowering on a cot. From the smell, they could tell the knock on the door had caused the man to pee his pants. They couldn’t be certain because he had the sheet pulled up over him.
    â€œLarry, it’s Sheriff Dekker. It’s okay. You’re safe.”
    â€œSh-sheriff?” Lawrence looked up at the man.
    â€œI brought some people to see you,” Dekker said. “Clint Adams and Dakota.”
    Lawrence looked up at them with frightened eyes. He had part of the sheet in his mouth.
    â€œThey’re gonna kill the Wendigo for you, Larry.”
    Lawrence released the sheet from his mouth and said, “I thought Fiddler was gonna kill it.”
    â€œHe is,” Dekker said. “They’re all gonna kill it. What they need from you is to tell them what you saw.”
    â€œI saw—I saw that thing kill my brother,” the boy said. “He tore him apart, he . . . it ate parts of him. That’s what I saw! That’s what I see every time I close my eyes.”
    â€œLarry,” Clint said, “what does the Wendigo look like?”
    â€œHuge,” Lawrence said, “long teeth, a head like a skull. Claws. It was horrible.”
    Clint looked at Dakota, who shrugged
    â€œAnd yellow eyes,” Lawrence said. “Don’t forget it has yellow eyes. They glow in the dark!”
    â€œWhere did you and your brother—”
    â€œI can tell you that,” Dekker said. “Let’s leave Larry alone now. He’s got to change his trousers.”
    â€œKill it,” Larry Lawrence yelled at them from his bed. “Kill it, kill it, kill it.”
    â€œThey’ll kill it, Larry,” Dekker said. “You change your trousers, huh?”
    They could still hear him shouting “Kill it!” when they got outside.
    Blaine and Largent were mounting their horses in front of the livery stable.
    â€œSo what about Fiddler?” Largent asked. “And Adams and the girl?”
    â€œWho knows?” Blaine said. “There’s gonna be a lot of amateurs out there. Who knows how many of them will shoot at anything that moves?”
    Largent laughed and the two rode out of town to begin their hunt.
    Clint and Dakota walked back to the sheriff’s office with Dekker.
    â€œThey were in a canyon about twenty miles out of town, due north,” the lawman said. “Larry said the Wendigo herded them into it and then attacked. Larry was lucky to escape while the thing was killing his brother.”
    â€œHow accurate do you think he is in what he says he saw?” Clint asked.
    â€œI think he’s very accurate,” Dekker said. “Unfortunately, I think he’s been describing what he sees in his dreams. Especially that stuff about the glowing yellow eyes.”
    â€œI see.”
    â€œWhen will you be leavin’?”
    â€œNow,” Clint said. “We’re going to saddle our horses and get going.”
    â€œWell, good luck,” Dekker said. “I have to admit I don’t care if you kill it or Fiddler does—as long as somebody gets the job done.”
    â€œWe’ll keep that in mind,” Clint said. “Thanks for your help.”
    They turned and walked away from Sheriff Dekker.
    â€œWhat about supplies?” Dakota asked.
    â€œWe’ll saddle our horses and ride over to the general store,” Clint said. “We’ll