back into the present.
âThere you go,â Slocum said while slapping the driverâs back. âLooks like youâre with me now.â
âYeah,â the driver said as he wiped some of the water from his face. Rather than flick the water from his hands, he pushed it up over his eyes and shoved his hat back to clean off his dusty forehead. âThatâs a whole lot better. Much obliged.â
Slocum dipped the dented cup into the water barrel once more and offered it to him. âYou want this water inside you or outside?â
Taking the dipper from him, the driver said, âInside will do nicely.â With that, he drank every drop of the water in one series of prolonged gulps. He handed the dipper back, waited for it to be refilled, and then drained it one more time.
âAll right,â Slocum said. âNow that youâre calmed down a bit, why donât you tell me the rest of what happened out there?â
âNot a whole lot else to tell. It was terrible . . . just terrible.â
âDid you see anything alongside the road? Anything at all that could have been the thing that ripped those men apart?â
The driver thought about it for a few seconds before shaking his head. âNot that I can recall. Like I said, I heard that wailing and then the screams.â
âWhat sort of wailing? Could it have been a man?â
Although the driverâs first reaction was a shake of his head, he had to admit, âI suppose . . . thereâs a chance it could have been a man. Iâve heard animals that sound like men and men that sound like animals. Damn it all to hell, Iâm not one bit of help.â
âThose men you brought all the way back to where they can be seen by a doctor would tell you different,â Slocum assured him. âJust as soon as they get the care they need. In the meantime, try to think of anything you can, anything at all, that might be a help. I know youâre plum rattled right now, but this is when the memories will be freshest.â
The driver nodded. âI know. I know. Just give me a second.â
Womack approached them with his hands on his hips and sweat pouring down his face. âI swear I havenât moved around so much since I was one of the boys dragging logs from one spot to another.â
âHow are those men doing?â Slocum asked.
âAs good as can be expected under the circumstances. Theyâre still breathing, which is saying a hell of a lot.â
âHow long will it take for the doctor to get here?â
âShouldnât be long at all,â Womack said. âHeâs been called on several occasions when men get too close to the saw or get crushed beneath a piece of timber. Had one fella trip over his own two feet and split his head open on another manâs boot. Any of them times, Doc Reece was here quicker than two shakes of a lambâs tail.â
âGood to know,â Slocum said. âAlthough it doesnât say much for you being able to keep your men in good health.â
âAinât none of them was my fault.â Looking to the driver, Womack asked, âHowâs this one holding up?â
âThe bushes!â the driver blurted out.
Womack cocked his head like a dog that had just heard a distant whistle. âPardon me?â
The driver snapped his fingers and looked at Slocum as if he wasnât even aware anyone else was standing there. âI remember something now! There was something in the bushes when I was helping to drag those men into the cart. It was something big.â
âHow big?â Slocum asked.
âBigger than a man. Maybe not as big as a bear.â
Womack scowled. âSo you donât think it was a man?â
âNo, sir, I donât.â
Nodding, Womack gave the driver a reassuring pat on the back. âWhy donât you go into the bunkhouse and rest for a spell? Me and the rest of the