Johnny Henderson

Maybe it was some kind of reject from the island of Dr. Moreau.

Whatever it was, it was staring at him.

And it did not look happy.

The menacing juggernaut threw its enormous head back and let out a blood-curdling scream that resonated throughout the surrounding area.

and it seemed to vibrate him to his very core.

Shocked back into action, Jacob threw his truck into gear and took off as though he were being chased by the very hounds of hell.

Jacob, mind racing, wondered what he was going to do.

How will I ever feel safe on this farm again, he thought.

Are my wife and children in danger?

Where did this thing come from?

And will anyone believe me?

The whirlwind of thoughts that swirled through Jacob's mind came to an immediate stop as he slammed on his brakes and nearly slid off the road.

In a state of disbelief, Jacob sat staring at the large hackberry tree that laid across the dirt road and blocked his path, preventing him from reaching the blacktop.

preventing him from reaching guaranteed safety.

How is this even possible, he thought.

I just came down this road not even 30 minutes ago, and this path was clear.

However, this tree came to be across the road.

It was painfully obvious to Jacob that he had to get that tree moved if he was going to make it home.

Since he didn't have a chain to pull the tree out of the road, and he didn't have a saw with which he could cut up this unexpected barricade with, he was left with few viable options.

One was walking, which he discounted almost immediately.