The Devil And The Mountain Man audio story

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This is a short story that I've written for a contest and decided to make into an audiobook with music and a flair for the dramatics.

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Language

English

Accents

North American (General) North American (US South)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
It's been two years since the war. Old man, calhoun had been residing in the Appalachians after his service ended. His wife died of pneumonia in the late fall and he recently learned that his son and daughter both married were murdered recently. From what he last heard. The murderer was. A pale man in a black hat and coat. Calhoun knew who it was and he knew it was a matter of time. He loaded his double barrel shotgun and he sat on the porch waiting for the man's arrival. Snow fell about, but the cold never bothered calhoun, he's faced far worse than that. Then he saw it, a shadowy glimpse in the distance, slowly making its way to it. He flicked the safety off and rested his finger on the turn. The shadowy figure soon became the pale man described. The pale man stopped in calhoun's yard clutching a rifle in his hands, and he stared grimly at calhoun, I never thought I'd meet you again. You, son of a bit. The pale man, Lucifer slightly. Did you think I forgot about you? We had a deal Darryl done ain't worth spit in the bucket and you know it. You already claimed my family loose first, Grand went away, replaced with a mild scowl. Their souls are with him. Not with me. However, I don't give a damn about them, but they're not. The prices calhoun pulled both hammers back. I won't go willingly. It will be a cold day in **** before I surrender to you, Lucifer smiled. That's what I'm counting on. Silence fell in the forest and lasted for what felt like an eternity before a series of gunshots broke out, echoing through the forest. Then, just as soon as they started, the shooting ended and silence once again fell into the forest. Calhoun limped his way back to the house, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He stopped at the door and turned to look at Lucifer's hat. There resided in the snow without a body until next time.