Chapter 3

It had been ten years ago,on a small farm in the western part of Virginia,that Caleb became other.Twelve at the time,armed with his pa’s shotgun and a pouch full of lead pellets,he sat with his back against the barn,the chicken coop ahead in his sights.A full moon hung over the land,expectant,casting a silvery gloom over the empty farmyard.Caleb’s parents were asleep;his ma didn’t like him out here with the gun,but his pa trusted him,said it’d make him a man.

It made him something,alright.