The Cry of the Cat

They called it the Hanging Bridge The trestle, bent by horror loomed over the black river. Slaves were butchered here Farley told Devon, and their curses range even as they fell at the rope's end. She listened, sickened. Blood stained everything on the hill, she thought--from the old slave jail with its whips and manacles of those who, like Farley, were tied here by years of struggle and could not leave. Suddenly, Devon recalled the dreadful keening of the Cat. Dimly, she realized the truth--that the scream was the cry of a trapped soul, howling for freedom...and revenge.