His cows are all dead. I gutted them all. Set it all up. Made it look like a wildcat or a coyote got in and slaughtered the lot of them.
If only he knew.
Hang on... the Wind is calling me...
I'll try to copy down the conversation as best as I can recall...
***
"Hey, Wind Lady..."
"Yes..."
"I can't do this to Mr. Crawford anymore."
"But... you... must... please..."
"I'm sorry. Please. What else can I take from him? What else do you want me to do- kill him?!"
"Yes."
"... the feeling. Will the feeling be there?"
"Beyond... wildest... dreaming..."
"Beyond... better than before?"
"Yes."
***
I have the garden claw. I have the knife. I need to make this look realistic.
...God help me...
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