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Short story: Nightfall in Redford Canyon. The Sun was setting. It was almost time. He stood up, picking up the Henry rifle. His cup of cold coffee he left by the rocker. He had had enough already. They would be coming soon, and he wouldn't have any trouble staying awake then. No livestock to protect after the first week, other than the diminishing number of chickens he now kept in the cabin. Though if he could have ridden far enough on his horses to escape is something he doubted. Vicksburg was almost a day's ride away and if they had fallen to this same evil he faced every night.... Well, better to stay put. Someone would be out to check on him if they hadn't. Eventually. He hoped. No time to think about it now, as the inhuman howls echoed across the canyon again.