He and the other two men climbed out of the pickup truck. It was only one p.m., so Roman headed to the cabin to try and make a decision on why or what all of the wolf-crow-shifting had to do with him. Charlie was hit by the 'curse' when Roman bit him, so he was an unintended victim. But, was it a coincidence his name was associated with a myth or an old feud between ancient warriors? He entered the small cabin Charlie and he shared with Butch, and after taking off his jacket, gun, and boots, dropped down on the sofa to look over the evidence, which included the police reports on the two arrests for the killing of the animals. "Want coffee?" Charlie asked. "Beer." Roman set the book on his lap. "Butch?" "Same. Thanks, Charlie." Butch sat on the couch beside Roman and leaned on his shoulder. "You will figure it out. Yer so dang smart." "I need my mega-computers in Reno." Roman flipped the pages gently of the old book, unable to read any of the Latin other than what they had translated, which was only a few pages.
