- Lydia Davis
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She collapsed at the bottom of the trail, at the edge of the ghost town. Dekka sat on Edilio and pressed down on the wound. The force of the blood was weaker now. She could almost hold the blood back now, not a good thing, no, because it meant he was almost finished, his brave heart almost done beating. Dekka looked up straight into the glittering eyes of a coyote. She could sense the others around her, closing in. Wary but sensing that a fresh meal was close at hand.
Bjartur declared that he had never denied that there was much that was strange in nature. I consider that there’s nothing wrong in believing in elves even though their names aren’t on the parish register, he said. It hurts no one, yes and even does you good rather than harm; but to believe in ghosts and ghouls-that I contend is nothing but the remains of popery and hardly fit for a Christian to give even a moment’s consideration. He did his utmost to persuade the women to accept his views on these matters.