Chapter 12
Silver Springs, FL
Thursday morning
WHEN WE WENT downstairs for our free breakfast Thursday morning, the headline on a discarded copy of the local newspaper caught my eye. I skimmed the article and told Nate I was going to the front desk for a minute. I left and returned with two copies of the Ocala Star-Banner.
“Why did you buy two newspapers?” Nate said. “Someone left one on the table already.”
“Look at this headline,” I said.
“‘Black bears maul two campers’,” he read aloud. “‘Two men were arrested for illegal possession of firearms in the Ocala National Forest after they shot and killed two black bears that they claimed had attacked them’.”
“Isn’t that interesting?” I said. “It seems that they’d carelessly spilled honey all over their tents, and the honey attracted the
