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of Gizmo’s porch and the guys joined him at the pit while Kris and the kids joined Tina in the house.
    “Gizmo, I’d like you to meet, Steven. He served in the military with me.” I introduced.
    “Nice meeting you.” Gizmo stated while shaking his hand.
    “You as well.” Steven accepted.
    “Is there a parade going on in town or something?” I asked.
    “Not that I know of. Why?” Gizmo followed.
    “Because it’s fucking packed. I could barely get across the highway to head this way.” I replied.
    “Yeah, I had to drive up the ditch a ways to get over.” Justin added.
    “I haven’t heard of anything going on this weekend. I’ll have to call my momma and see if she knows anything.” Gizmo stated about the time we all saw his dad pull to the house.
    His dad sounded the horn to his small pick-up and we all started walking down the hill to see what he needed. He threw open his tailgate on his truck. We could see a six point deer lying in the back with a small stream of blood coming from its gut.
    “Goddamn old man, your aim is getting shitty.” Gizmo called out.
    I noticed a small amount of blood dripping from Gizmo’s dad, Gerald’s, lower arm. “Damn Gerald, did you get the deer or did the deer get you?”
    He stood there with a cigarette drooped from the corner of his mouth. “Can you skin it?”
    “Old man, you know I can skin it. It’s a little small, is that why you brought it to my house? Because it’s an illegal kill?” Gizmo suggested while laughing.
    “It looked bigger when I shot it. I wasn’t even at the lease to hunt, I was adding corn to the feeders and just so happen to see this one.” Gerald explained.
    His tone was a bit odd and he wasn’t being his smart ass self as he usually was. I noticed that he wasn’t really making eye contact with anyone and thought it was odd that he had not taken another cigarette out and lit it off the other one as he usually did, being the chain smoker he was.
    I could see teeth impressions on his arm where I noticed blood before. “Did it bite you?”
    “No…it didn’t bite me.” He answered.
    Gizmo took his dad’s hand from around the wrist and pulled it up and then looked back up at him. “Then what bit you?”
    “Nothing, I’m fine. I’m about to head back to the house before your mom starts blowing up my phone. I just wanted to swing by and drop off some meat for you.” Gerald avoided an answer.
    “Well hold on old man, I know a bite mark when I see one and that’s a fucking bite mark.” Gizmo stated.
    “It’s just part of the crazy world we’re living in.” He stated before getting in his truck and firing it up.
    I grabbed the deer’s antlers and drug it to the tailgate. Justin untied the rope we had setup some time ago that we had ran on his carport to skin our kills. Gizmo made a slit on each hind leg. We ran the rope through and pulled it up as Gerald pulled off and headed home. We raised the deer up with two of us pulling at the rope and called for the kids to grab our skinning knives. The deer was only about one-hundred and eighty to two-hundred pounds. It took about thirty minutes to skin it out and quarter it up as we took turns checking on the meat on the pit and adding another log as needed. We emptied two of our ice chests and put the beer in Gizmo’s refrigerator and threw the meat in the ice.
     
     
     
     
     
     

    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
     
     
     
    I AWOKE to the sound of the short squeak of the door. I looked over with almost blurred eyes to see the door blowing open and closed. I then heard a soft scuffling sound behind us. I turned quickly to catch only a shadow running off. I grabbed the blade of my knife and threw it at the shadowed figure hard. I heard a *THUNK* and then saw the figure tumble down the stairs. Everyone woke up to the noise and jumped up ready to fight.
    I ran over to find my knife spiked into the floor, so I knew I must have hit them with the handle. Gizmo ran up with a flashlight and