On Crow Water (Part Two of Four)

It's all in the asking.

(Read Part One of this story here.)

The horse, too tired now to fret, picks his way slowly through the mud. Longman lets him go; the animal knows as much as he does about this place. 

Smells of wet sand, creosote and the sweetish tang of something rotting in the brush tickle the roiling in his stomach. He swallows down the nausea and peers ahead.

Dusky sh…