The unlikely rescue Shane heard a noise and stopped. It was a voice, unintelligible. Mike stopped too. “Tony!” they called together. They heard an answer and followed it up to where the hunter had come ...
“It’s rocky,” I say. He grabs his nostrils and snorts again.
Posted February 9, 1989
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