Milt steps out at quarter past ten to retrieve a bottle of bourbon he's left in the
car, and he is in fact congratulating himself on being far from Tarker's Mills on
the night of the full moon when the one-eyed Beast leaps on him from the roof of a
snowshrouded Peterbilt ten-wheeler and takes his head off with one gigantic swipe.
The last sound Milt Sturmfuller hears in his life is the werewolf's rising snarl of
triumph; his head rolls under the Peterbilt, the eyes wide, the neck spraying
blood, and the bottle of bourbon drops from his jittering hand as the Beast buries
its snout in his neck and begins to feed.

November