Once on the other side of the hill, the man produced a flashlight and followed the gently bobbing beam over the barren terrain. Ronan followed, staying only close enough not to lose the man’s scent, and perhaps a mile later, stepped onto a narrow and rutted dirt road. The man’s scent veered off to the right, and Ronan followed. A few minutes later another camper came into view, much larger and cleaner than The Garbage Man’s. As he approached it, the man’s light illuminated a large black truck, a small shed, and a bulky propane tank.
Ronan waited until the man was inside, then investigated.
A generator hummed inside a small shed, feeding power to the strange man’s mobile home. The alerting scent was no stronger now; the thing that made it had been here but was gone now. Slowly, keep
