by Joe R. Lansdale
Mud Creek, Texas is doing alright—a real, thriving little community with a hotel, a café and a church, in addition to the livery and saloon. Seems like just the right sort of place for Reverend Jebidiah Mercer to pitch a tent and hold a revival. They shouldn’t have gotten together and lynched that Indian medicine man, though. They really shouldn’t have done that. It’s a good thing the Reverend can shoot, because in the dark of night, the dead of Mud Creek are rising… and they’re hungry.