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his head to be snapped from his neck at any moment； he peered through his fingers。
The creature had overtaken him。
Perhaps contemptuous of his frailty it had run on past him towards the highway。
Davidson smelt his excrement； and his fear。 He felt curiously ignored。 Behind him the parade had moved on。 Only one or two inquisitive monsters still looked over theft shoulders in his direction； as they receded into the dust。
The whistling now changed pitch。 Davidson cautiously raised his head from ground level。 The noise was all but outside his hearing…range； just a shrill whine at the back of his aching head。
He stood up。
The creature had leapt on to the top of his car。 Its head was thrown back in a kind of ecstasy； its erection plainer than ever； the eye in its huge head glinting。 With a final swoop to its voice； which took the whistle out of human hearing； it bent upon the car； smashing the windshield and curling its mouthed hands upon the roof。 It then proceeded to tear the steel back like so much paper； its body twitching with glee； its head jerking about。 Once the roof was torn up； it leapt on to the highway and threw the metal into the air。 It turned in the sky and smashed down on the desert floor。 Davidson briefly wondered what he could possibly put on the insurance form。 Now the creature was tearing the vehicle apart。 The doors were scattered。 The engine was ripped out。 The wheels slashed and wrenched off the axles。
To Davidson's nostrils there drifted the unmistakable stench of gasoline。 No sooner had he registered the smell than a shard of metal glanced against another and the creature and the car were sheathed in a billowing column of fire； blackening into smoke as it balled over the highway。
The thing did not call out： or if it did its agonies were beyond hearing。 It staggered out of the inferno with its flesh on fire； every inch of its body alight； its arms flailed wildly in a vain attempt to douse the fire； and it began to run off down the highway； fleeing from the source of its agony towards the mountains。 Flames sprouted off its back and the air was tinged with the smell of its cooking flesh。
It didn't fall； however； though the fire must have been devouring it。 The run went on and on； until the heat dissolved the highway into the blue distance； and it was gone。
Davidson sank down on to his knees。 The shit on his legs was already dry in the heat。 The car continued to burn。 The music had gone entirely； as had the procession。
It was the sun that drove him from the sand back towards his gutted car。
He was blank…eyed when the next vehicle along the highway stopped to pick him up。
Sheriff Josh Packard stared in disbelief at the claw prints on the ground at his feet。 They were etched in slowly solidifying fat； the liquid flesh of the monster that had run through the main street （the only street） of Wele minutes ago。 It had then collapsed； breathing its last breath； and died in a writhing ball three trucks' length from the bank。 The normal business of Wele； the trading； the debating； the how do you do's； had halted。 One or two nauseous individuals had been received into the lobby of the Hotel while the smell of fricasseed flesh thickened the good desert air of the town。
The stench was something between over…cooked fish and an exhumation； and it offended Packard。 This was his town； overlooked by him； protected by him。 The intrusion of this fireball was not looked upon kindly。
Packard took out his gun and began to walk towards the corpse。 The flames were all but out now； having eaten the best of their meal。 Even so destroyed by fire； it was a sizeable bulk。 What might once have been its limbs were gathered around what might have been its head。 The rest was beyond recognition。 All in all； Packard was glad of that small mercy。 But even in the charnel…house confusion of rendered flesh and blackened bone he could make out enough inhuman forms to quicken his pulse。
This was a monster： no doubt of it。
A creature from earth： out of earth； indeed。 Up from the underworld and on its way to the great bowl for a night of celebration。 Once every generation or so； his father had told him； the desert spat out its demons and let them loose awhile。 Being a child who thought for himself Packard had never believed the shit his father talked but was this not such a demon？
Whatever mischance had brought this burning mons…trosity into his town to die； there was pleasure for Packard in the proof of their vulnerability。 His father had never mentioned that possibility。
Half…smiling at the thought of mastering such foulness； Packard stepped up to the smoking corpse and kicked it。 The crowd； still lingering in the safety of the doorways； cooed with admiration at his bravery。 The half…smile spread across his face。 That kick alone would be worth a night of drinks； perhaps even a woman。
The thing was belly up。 With the dispassionate gaze of a professional demon…kicker； Packard scrutinized the tangle of limbs across the head。 It was quite dead； that was obvious。 He sheathed his gun and bent towards the corpse。
'Get a camera out here； Jebediah；' he said； impressing even himself。
His deputy ran off towards the office。
'What we need；' he said； 'is a picture of this here beauty。'
Packard went down on his haunches and reached across to the blackened limbs of the thing。 His gloves would be ruined； but it was worth the inconvenience for the good this gesture would be doing for his public image。 He could almost feel the admiring looks as he touched the flesh； and began to shake a limb loose from the head of the monster。
The fire had welded the parts together； and he had to wrench the limb free。 But it came； with a jellied sound； revealing the heat…withered eye on the face beneath。
He dropped the limb back where it had e with a look of disgust。
A beat。
Then the demon's arm was snaking up … suddenly … too suddenly for Packard to move； and in a moment sublime with terror the Sheriff saw the mouth open in the palm of its forefoot and close again around his own hand。
Whimpering he lost balance and sat in the fat； pulling away from the mouth； as his glove was chewed through； and the teeth connected with his hand； clipping off his fingers as the rasping maw drew digits； blood and stumps further into its gut。
Packard's bottom slid in the mess under him and he squirmed； howling now； to loose himself。 It still had life in it； this thing from the underworld。 Packard bellowed for mercy as he staggered to his feet； dragging the sordid bulk of the thing up off the ground as he did so。
A shot sounded； close to Packard's ear。 Fluids； blood and pus spattered him as the limb was blown to smithereens at the shoulder； and the mouth loosed its grip on Packard。 The wasted mass of devouring muscle fell to the ground； and Packard's hand； or what was left of it； was in the open air again。 There were no fingers remaining on his right hand； and barely half a thumb； the shattered bone of his digits jutted awkwardly from a partially chewed palm。
Eleanor Kooker dropped the barrel of the shotgun she had just fired； and grunted with satisfaction。
'Your hand's gone；' she said； with brutal