In 1938, people had no fears of ghosts. This was the Great Depression. Fear was empty pockets and empty stomachs, but for the men of Jardonn Smith's Green River, working a Highway 66 project in the WPA meant a full-time job and steady wages. Sure, there's a disgruntled spirit living under the river bridge near their camp, but the only question they have is, "Whose willie will he go for next?"
This story is part of the anthology "Past Shadows"