Chapter 9
Robbie turned onto what was left of the pavement on the highway to the east of the Lindgren homestead. He smiled as he drove around the wreckage of the remains of the Cessna in the middle of the roadway.
“I’ve never been out this way,” Sean said. “The fire burned a lot of acreage.”
“Yes, it did,” Robbie replied. “At least it’s growing back. Not much left of the tall trees, but there’s plenty of grass and weeds.”
“Look,” Ronnie said, pointing.
A big buck, a younger buck, and a half-dozen does were grazing near the roadway. Farther up the way, a dozen turkey were standing in the middle of the highway. They took to flight and sailed across the meadow as soon as the car got closer.
“There’s less game around our place now,” Robbie said. “We’ve been hunting hard. A lot of mouths
