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[CrimsonMoon]

" Your father wasnt a history buff either," Captain morgan chortles

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They arrive at the homestead a few hours later, the dirt road leading up to the ranch house was blackened with decade old ash that made i clear whoeer came up here never came back... The house was ruined and falling to bits, the timer blakened and completely cracked from heat. Though the roof was half caved in there was still enough room to walk in... It was a horrible little house.. One the half ruined walls sat meat hooks still covered in dried blood and remnants of flesh.

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He stepped out of the cruiser and looked at the remnants of the house, hands in his pockets.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Come on, then, time to give you the grand tour," the Captain chuckles and steps over the sharp remnants of a door and into the darkness, his flash light coming to life

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River followed him, glad his boots were thick and good for work, "Grand tour, huh?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yessum," Morgan chuckles and sniffs, wrinkling his nose," C'mon, look at the floor... The chalk outlines of the bodies.. One of the girl's Jennifer Sawyer, was pregnant with Greene's second child,"

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"And why did he kill them?" River asked, looking down at the floor.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Greene didn't kill them... We did," Morgan replies, shining his light on one of the meat hooks," Thats where they hung people... Like pigs... Gutted them... Devoured them.."

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"All of them, even the wives did that?" River asked.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Yep, The whole family just upped and snapped one day," Morgan sighs," They were a good family, then both the parents died and Greene didnt allow the sisters to go to town, thats when we got worried and some boys checked up on tem... Turned out Greene was trying to 'purify the bloodline'," Morgan shakes his head

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River made a face and stepped over the chalk outlines, "That's sick."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Indeed, but it was nothing compared to their next killings.." He sighs and steps over a fallen beam.

Just as his beam runs over a dusty plank, a small footprint appears in the light

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"Wait!" River said quickly, "Shine your flashlight there again!"

[CrimsonMoon]

" Eh, where?" He shines his flashlight onto the dusty beam," I can't see nothin' boy,"

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"There's a footprint," River moved toward it, eyes searching, "It looked small..like a child's."

[CrimsonMoon]

He blinks and squints," A child's..?" He holds the light steadily. Indeed the foot print was small enough to be a child's but based on how many spliters stood up on the wood.. This kid must've had tough soles.. There didnt seem to be much of a trail..

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He frowned and looked around, "But where could it have come from? No child in their right mind would play here."

[CrimsonMoon]

"... Maybe one..." Morgan rumbles, frowning deeply before sighing

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"What do you mean?" He asked, looking back at him.

[CrimsonMoon]

" The Sawyer infant," He replies softly, sighing,".. Well then Officer Jerriks.. Could you stay here for a bit? We need to make sure no one is coming here on a daily basis... I'll go to the station and get everything you need for a comfortable stay and come back.. Sound good? I'll even give ya my rifle.."

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River blinked, looking astonished, "What? You want me to /sleep/ here? In this house?"