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Once they returned from Laramie, Dan parked the truck behind a line of young trees that hid it from any cursory glances from someone on the road. They were a few miles from the state highway and about the same distance from the Tanner lodge. They hadn’t heard any shots the previous day or earlier that morning. Based on the quiet of the Preserve, they guessed all operations had ceased since the announcement of Tanner’s death.
After a late lunch, Dan and Paul gathered their gear and set off in the direction of the path they had found that led to another trail that ran along the crest of Wolf’s Ridge. The top fifty or so feet of the Ridge was solid rock with a vertical face. The trail lined the area where rock met the soil that held the vegetation. Parts of the trail were above tree line
