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Hiawatha National Forest
UP, Michigan
October 23rd 2032
In the light of day, the area looked less forbidding and it was hard to believe that after what had happened the night before.
Redhawk found the Bigfoot’s trail and they followed it. He pointed out to Nick the signs – branches broken by something pulling on them; scuffed footprints made by dragging feet; a strange, colorless fluid that couldn’t possibly be blood and yet it had congealed in the same way. He also pointed out the signs of something smaller that had followed the Bigfoot to the clearing where it died.
“It must be the woman in the photos,” Nick said.
Redhawk grunted. “She wasn’t the only one. A single man followed, too.”
“You think he shot the Bigfoot?”
“Probably. His tracks show him waiting in the clearing befo
