Photographer Unknown, (No Man Rode Horseback at Night)
Around the fire, old men talked of the days before the tall evergreen cane was felled, of how wolves as big as lions crept among the cabins and watched while the older boys went by, waiting to grab off the youngest of the toddlers amid the screams of desolated mothers.
Then the eyes of the youngsters around the fire grew wide. They sobbed and pressed up against their mothers, until one of the other men said sharply, ‘Hush up, you’re scaring the children.’ There was silence then around the fire for a while, each with his own thoughts: of wolves who were truly men and men who were wolves.
No man rode horseback at night if he could avoid it, and no hitchhiker was offered a lift save by the foolhardy or the secret death-lover. For town dwellers, the walk in at twilight from the garage to the house seemed inordinately long and dark.
-Leslie H Whitten Jr., Moon of the Wolf