Night of the Spirits
by sloanranger
Part 2
When Missus Crayton shished the dog and let Angus in, Joe slunk along and made his way back to where Jeb laid. He was lying abed beside his master before Angus ever got to the room.
He found the old man about done in, the hound dog Joe, lying beside him atop an old yellow blanket. The old man whispered something forcing Angus to lean in close and right quick, Jeb grabbed him by the shirt.
"I been a friend to you Angus," the old man spoke fiercely. "You'll be after helping my old woman if'n she needs it. You hear?"
Angus gasped; he hadn't thought the old man had so much strength left in him.
"I say - do you hear me?" Jeb Crayton shook Angus by his shirt until the only button left came off and until the sick man had no more strength.
"I hear you, Cray', I hear you," Angus answered.
Only then did the old man leave go and fall back onto his bed.
"You don't and you'll have me to answer to," Crayton rasped. He turned away to quiet the dog who'd begun a low growl.
"Why, what d'ye mean, Cray? 'Course, I'll help her."
The old man turned back to the Scot and hissed loudly:
"I mean I'll hain't you if'n you don't!"
(To be continued).
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Night of the Spirits - @Short Story
Short Story@SHORTSTORY - Historical Fiction, Horror: Dying man Jeb Crayton, asks his friend Angus, an old Scot who likes his liquor to help his widow after he's gone. Days later, Angus is asked to bury Jeb's dog, Joe. It becomes a horrific task.
