It's an eerie voice. I hear Hank Williams in it. I hear the Book of Revelations in it. I can hear the rattling chambers of a frightened mama's fast-beating heart in the thin air dancing across the back of my neck. It's a sound that makes you reach for a flashlight, at least.
Some men reach for their gun and count bullets, just for good measure.
My young dog Buddy found out tonight he doesn't like that sound. He'll be just like my old dog Sally. She was a good dog. She was a strong dog. She was never afraid of anything, except the nights the coyotes ran.