At last Charlie grew tired of watching the old rancher twist in the dirt, and cut off Teddy’s head with a butcher’s knife. He made the old man’s body continue to dance about, but he no longer found it amusing. In the second hour, he shut all but four of the remaining ranch hands in the mess hall and sealed it with wards at the door and at each of the windows. He set the building on fire and stood at the edge of the flames listening to the shrieks of the burning men.
Jesus fucking christ
