The Werewolf sprang into the kitchen leaping straight at the table. A loud crack of a pistol firing was followed by an ear bursting scream from the beast. It slumped over the table, its huge hairy forearms flopping over the edges.
More gunfire continued and I shot blindly into the smoke and chaos, gradually backing towards the door to the hallway. The noise of gunfire was almost deafening and further disorientated me.
The shooting then ceased and gradually the smoke and confusion dissipated. The werewolf body had transformed to its naked human state.
The large muscular man had bled all over the table depositing a large puddle of dark red sticky liquid which crept steadily across floor.
“Cover the windows and shut the kitchen door. Cathcart, Hetty, move those two bodies out into the yard. We will give you covering fire if needed ” Templeton said.
Hetty and I crept out into the farmyard guns drawn anticipating a trap.
The two men were lying near each other, still and bloodied. We worked together to drag each man back into the kitchen before shutting the door behind us. Templeton was at the kitchen window scanning the yard with his rifle.
We laid the bodies in the dining room before returning to the kitchen.
“So what do we do with him or this or whatever it was” I said gesturing towards the dead werewolf.
“He needs to be disposed of. I suggest we burn the body in the garden incinerator. We can take him out of the front of the farmhouse and the garden outbuildings are around to the right of the house. Hetty can chop him up can’t you ?” Templeton said with some relish.
Just as we were covering the werewolf to take him out, a voice called out from the farmyard.
“Cathcart! Ask yourself who might be behind all this mess. Uncle Harold? No he’s just a bumbling old fool. How about Templeton? He is too busy being in charge. What about Henrietta then? Interesting idea but the battleaxe is too honest. Who then dear brother, who might it be?”
I listened as my mind raced through the possibilities.
“Your greed and jealousy Digby. That’s what is behind your involvement. I never asked or expected any of this. My future lay in India representing the family’s business interests. I trust those that have led me here. All except my brother and I suspect father too!” I shouted back.
“Clever boy young Cat. Daddy is the greediest of all and will jump into bed with any disreputable so and so if there’s money to be made. He asked me instead of you Cathcart”.
I could see Digby walking around in circles smiling to himself as though some moral victory had been achieved.
I didn’t initially notice Uncle Harold carefully but deliberately open the kitchen door. He stood in the doorway facing outwards and shot Digby through the head with two shots from his rifle.
Digby fell backwards onto the dirt and then…