Death cost them their truest friend.
The dog was a mixed breed, and of no parentage, anyone could identify. Some say she looked as though she was mostly American Terrier, others that she had a more refined snout, reminiscent of a German Shepherd.
The children of Cross didn’t care about where she came from, how she had gotten to Cross, or what various breeds contributed to her makeup.
They were far more concerned with the devotion she showed them.
The children named her Genevieve, although none knew why they had done so.
Wherever a child walked alone, or even together in pairs, Genevieve could be found with them. Her nose would sweep along the road as if hunting for some particular scent. She would come and go with a randomness that drove most adults mad, but the children were perfectly happy with whatever time she spent with them.
Shortly after her arrival in December of 1921, a child from Worcester vanished from the Cross train station. He was young, only 6, and he had stepped off the platform for a moment. His body was found two miles down the track, mangled. It was described as a tragic accident, the boy seeming to have been caught beneath the wheels of a departing train.
In January of 1922, a second boy vanished from the station, this one aged 8, and like the first, he was a visitor from out of town.
On February 3, 1922, a horrific cry went up near the train station. When the station master and several others reached the source of the sound, they found a boy of 4, sobbing hysterically. A strange and unknown beast, with fur the color of gravel, lay on its side, dead. The beast’s fur was matted down with Genevieve’s blood, for the dog had died protecting the boy.
February 4th, 1922, Genevieve’s body was laid to rest in what is now known as Genevieve’s Field.
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