Part 4 of a legend in a Wisconsin lake and a recently discovered body of a missing explorer from two hundred years before.
A sheriff’s SUV sat at the end of the paved road. Two men stepped out of the vehicle when Lisa brought the truck to a stop behind them.
Sheriff Potter was a tall, sullen-looking individual, dressed in a khaki uniform and a Smokey the Bear hat. Speaking with a hint of a Canadian accent, he introduced himself and a smaller, dark-skinned man wearing a brown leather shirt and pants.
“I’m glad you finally showed up,” Potter said as he held out a clipboard along with a ring of keys. “Sign for the keys since I borrowed them from the state historical department. Don’t know how you’ll find someone we couldn’t find. Old Russell here led my men through the woods looking for this Stoker, and we didn’t see a thing. Not even good tracks to follow.”
He glanced over at me before turning to Lisa. His voice remained steady but insistent.
“Miss, it’s been several weeks since then. With the rain and all, I doubt you’ll see anything to help your search. There’s a whole lot of land that has nothing but trees and creatures. Only the animals understand the land around here.”
“Except for me,” Russell Smoot suddenly announced while throwing out his chest.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to The Pulpist to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.