Back Wild Dog
Chapters (64)
  1. Cover
  2. Part I
  3. July 1914
  4. Spring 2017
  5. August 1914
  6. Spring 2017
  7. August 1914
  8. August 2017
  9. August 1914
  10. August 2017
  11. August 1914
  12. August 2017
  13. August 1914
  14. August 2017
  15. August 1914
  16. August 2017
  17. September 1914
  18. August 2017
  19. Part II
  20. September 1914
  21. August 2017
  22. September 1914
  23. August 2017
  24. September 1914
  25. August 2017
  26. September 1914
  27. August 2017
  28. October 1914
  29. August 2017
  30. October 1914
  31. August 2017
  32. October 1914
  33. August 2017
  34. October 1914
  35. August 2017
  36. October 1914
  37. August 2017
  38. May 1915
  39. August 2017
  40. May 1915
  41. August 2017
  42. May 1915
  43. August 2017
  44. Part III
  45. August 2017
  46. May 1915
  47. August 2017
  48. May 1915
  49. August 2017
  50. June 1915
  51. August 2017
  52. July 1915
  53. August 2017
  54. July 1915
  55. August 2017
  56. July 1915
  57. August 2017
  58. July 1915
  59. August 2017
  60. July 1915
  61. August 2017
  62. July 1915
  63. August 2017
  64. Epilogue

‘That doesn’t surprise me. When food is short, men become more savage than animals. Lions don’t kill each other to eat, but men will.’

They were silent after that, thinking it over. They lay beside each other in perfect harmony, escaping far from the world as their bodies touched. In the background there was the gentle jingling of the ewes’ bells; this evening they were staying awake, nibbling on wild thyme and clover although they were no longer hungry. They were gathering their strength as most of them would lamb in the autumn. Joséphine could tell from the noises that they were widely dispersed; they would have to gather them together and lead them to the enclosure while there was still moonlight. How good the summer night felt.

Suddenly there was a commotion. It began with the bells starting to ring louder as if the ewes were running, as if they had suddenly decided to scamper off. Very quickly the noise swelled like a wave; now all the bells were ringing wildly at the necks of the galloping animals. In the midst of this curious noise, Wolfgang thought he recognised a roaring sound, and then he was certain of it. They both got up and went out to the front of the house. In the dim light of the waning moon they saw all the sheep careening directly east and bunching together. Wolfgang immediately understood what was happening and went back into the hut to get his rifle.

In a second their idyllic Eden had become the most terrifying nightmare. It was as if a bomb had gone off. Wolfgang knew that his eight wild animals were here ready to attack the ewes. He knew he had no choice but to kill the lions and tigers. If he did not, after decimating the ewes, they would go on down to the valley and start on the women, the men and maybe even the children. The eight agitated felines continued to push the ewes towards the cliff, ripping them open one by one as they passed, determined to kill the entire flock, like wolves and foxes drunk on death, and overcome by their own folly, starting to kill everything before eating it. So Wolfgang fired, which terrified the fleeing ewes even more and propelled them ever faster to the gully that led to the cliff.

August 2017

August 2017