Shadowman chuckled as he watched Miriam Stokes' rental car pulled into a dirt driveway. The sign announced the entrance to Stokes Oaks Farm. "Like shooting fish in a barrel."
He drove past, glancing at his supplies. "So easy to get a gun in Montana." The new rifle looked almost pretty to him. "Now, to find a motel."
He shook his head and decided to scout out the terrain.
Slipping the rifle into the back seat, he made a u-turn. He drove onto the Stokes Farm and bounced down a quarter mile long rutted road before he even saw a fence. Another half-mile and he finally observed the house.
Miriam stood by her car while he drove up.
"I'm sorry to bother you, Ma'am," he said in a southern drawl. "I'm lost. Is there any place to stay here abouts."
She looked flustered and she'd obviously been
