Dead Man's Song

PART ONE

BLOOD HUNT

Dawn, October 1st, to Midnight, October 2nd

The hellhounds dogging my steps, everywhere I go The hellhounds following my tracks, everywhere I go; Caught my scent at the crossroads And chasing me through the corn Hellhounds dogging me everywhere I go.

—Oren Morse, Lost and Lonely Blues

I don’t mind them graveyards, and it ain’t ’cause I’m no kind of brave; Said I don’t mind no graveyard, but I ain’t no man that is brave. ’Cause the ghosts of the past, they are harder to face than anything comes from a grave.

—A. L. Sirois, Ghost Road Blues