Glennville Book 1 W. G. Sweet May 2021 Wendell Sweet
He was even with the thing, and it was not a dog, or even a tame bear, unless tame bears looked exactly like a persons body. Because that is what it was, a body, the hair was what he had mistook for fur, but it was not fur. It was blood matted hair. Long hair… A woman? Clumps of it. A man? You couldn’t tell these days, the boys looked like the girls most of the time. He unconsciously shifted the car in park, left it running in the middle of the road, and then stumbled from the car and up the cracked asphalt drive to look.