Rachel LaBoyteaux

Wolf Girl

“Aye Dios Mio! That poor woman. Eleven years and it still haunts me today," Eduardo took off his hat and looked away from the campfire. “Filipe just barely caught up to me when he saw it himself. He almost looked like a white man! He turned so pale at the sight of her body. When that poor man John Dent first came to us, he was battered and bruised. The storm was rough that night. He pleaded with me and Filipe to help him with his wife who was in labor. Well, we just felt so sorry for him we couldn’t turn him down. So we decided to leave the ranch in the care of your father, Juan. Unfortunately for John, God struck him with his wrath. He was electrocuted on the spot. After burying the body, we continued on to help the woman. There was no helping John anymore now but we could probably help his poor wife at least. But the storm proved too powerful and we were forced to wait it out. When the storm passed, we headed towards the place he had given us directions to. But I guess they weren’t in God’s good favor because when we got to the cabin, the wife was dead, just as her husband. Except instead of being electrocuted, the wolves got to her instead. Tore her into pieces. I guess the only way they’ll be remembered now is by their gruesome fates.”