Free Bigfoot Crank Stomp by Erik Williams Page A

shoulders one last time at their Sheriff.
    “Do you two want me to fire your asses? Because I fucking will. Trust me you don’t want to test me on this. Actually, you don’t ever want to test me. But on this one, you don’t even want to consider testing me. Got that?”
    Both turned back around and took their first steps into the woods. A few seconds later, Gabe couldn’t see them at all. Like the trees swallowed them whole.
    The imagery made him laugh. Then he thought of that whore Tawny swallowing his cock. Yeah, that had felt good. Real good. Could go for some more of that actually.
    Too bad there wasn’t any snatch around. Well, there were some other cabins on the Loop. There had to be a single gal in one of them.
    No, didn’t have time for that. Just going to have to wait. Wait, wait, wait. Sure would be nice to get off before having the showdown with Bigfoot, though.
    Who says you can’t? he thought.
    Gabe looked around, making sure Stanger and Lyle weren’t back yet. Then he walked over to the side of the house and slid behind a bush and whipped out his already erect dick and started jacking away.
     

RUSSELL
     
     
    “Now what are we going to do?” Seph said in a panicked whisper.
    “Shhh!” Russell watched Bigfoot stumble to the side and almost fall before regaining his feet by hugging another tree trunk.
    “We can’t stay—”
    “Maybe he’ll forget we’re up here.” His voice was a calm whisper. “He took a hard fall. Just chill.”
    Bigfoot’s shoulder rose and fell on heavy breaths. It pushed away from the tree but kept its right hand on it for balance. It didn’t look up.
    Russell licked his lips and thought, Just go, dude. I don’t have any glass. Go back to the cabin and load up on whatever’s left. I’m sure the cops beat feet in terror thinking you might come back.
    Sniffing. It started sniffing.
    Ah, hell.
    Bigfoot’s head slowly started to cant upward, tracing the trunk it used as a cane. Once it realize nothing was above it, it started to search other trees. Sniffing and sniffing. It went from one to another to another. A circle.
    Seph tensed at his side and would have uttered a panicked squeak had he not put a hand on her thigh and pushed his left index finger against his lips. Shhh. She nodded.
    Another tree. Another tree. Bigfoot came full circle almost. It past the boulder and started to move back to where it started. How it didn’t see them, Russell wasn’t sure. Probably had double vision from the fall. Or maybe it couldn’t see that high now. The moon had fallen behind a small cloud. Slightly darker than it had been earlier.
    It stopped. It was on the other side of the boulder, still looking up. Sniffing. Russell held his breath. He wondered if it could hear his heart going THUD, THUD.
    No movement. Just standing there, looking up. Sniffing. Sniffing.
    Russell looked it in the eyes. How can it not see me? He felt sweat on his lips. Tasted salt as some ran into the corners of his mouth.
    The cloud moved off into the night. As it did, the moonlight grew brighter in its wake. It wiped away the darkness that had hidden them. Bigfoot’s eyes grew wider. Its nostrils flared.
    “Oh, shit,” Seph said.
    Bigfoot roared. It reared back and hammered the trunk with both fists. Russell’s nails dug into bark as he latched on to the tree.
    Pound, pound, roar, pound. Over and over. Seph screamed at his side. He looked over and saw she had both arms wrapped around her branch, completely horizontal on it.
    “What did you do to piss it off?” she said between belts of fear.
    “I didn’t do shit.”
    “It was chasing you.”
    Pound, pound, roar, pound. Pine needles and smaller branches began to hit his head from above.
    “Yeah, it was chasing me. But I didn’t do shit to it.”
    “It’s bleeding.”
    “That’s because the Sheriff’s bitches shot it.”
    “Why’d it chase you?”
    “I don’t fucking know.”
    Pound, pound, roar, pound.
    Another scream as the tree