Too furry for a deer and too big for a fox or dog, he thought as he caught the animal's stare. He didn't much care what it was. Once spooked, those bastards moved fast. The animal turned and fled. Jeff stomped the pedal and the old Chevy pickup lurched forward. The creature lumbered along the highway's white marker as if it felt that safety lay straight ahead in the least unobstructed path. In Jeff's estimation …showed first 75 words of 1591 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1591 total…take him away. It was something much worse. Jeff was inside the mouth of the creature. And it was all over… It knew well what it had to do. It had to hunt. And it knew well where to find fresh game. It slogged from the weeds to the strip of hard ground where the strange vehicles that carried its prey always passed. It crawled out to the white line in the centre and waited...