Chapter 6 Taken Away

• The Alp ran back up the mountain. He needed to eat, his stomach was hurting and he was using a lot of energy running. He following the scent, it was growing stronger. The Alp slowed his pace to a walk, finally stopping far enough away so the human couldn’t see him. He had clear sight of an old lanky man singing a song and building something. He was drinking something clear from a bottle while he worked.
• Old man Rodger had lived his life in these mountains and made a meager living off of selling his moonshine. All the folks know Rodger made his moonshine. When the men got together for a game of cards one would make the drive up to Rodgers cabin and buy a few bottles of moonshine.
• The scent of the old man wasn’t as sweat as the girl Rachel, he couldn’t be to picky right now. Meat was meat. Maybe his soul would be worth taking also, he could use the extra energy. The Alp slowly and silently crept through the trees, stepped through the grass and ferns till he was just inches from Rodger's back. He was singing an old southern song while building a copper still and drinking a little of his moonshine, not noticing the sounds of the forest going quiet.