The Village
September, 1994
The first time he'd heard it he didn't know what it was. He thought back to that time, those years ago. Was it a cannon? He had never heard a cannon, but he sensed that that was not what he'd heard, and it was not a gunshot, though it could have been, he thought, to someone who had never heard a gunshot, it was that sharp. Like a whip, he thought, the world's biggest bullwhip. And he remembered how he'd stopped, deep in the woods, and waited and heard it again.It was the trees popping in the col...
