Chapter 47
BY TUESDAY BOB’S harangue was mostly forgotten and the hunters enjoyed another satisfying morning of sport. No other unsettling messages appeared on Ryman’s computer screen, nor on his truck seat, and he repeated his seeming ability to predict the location and direction of foxes when hounds went out again on Thursday.
As Ryman’s streak continued, Thumper grew increasing conflicted. He needed some quiet time for reflection. He drove up to a remote location along the western edge of the Montfair acreage, an elevated spot just below the mountain ridgeline. Known simply as “The Cabin” to the residents of Crutchfield County, the building was originally a logger’s shack that had been preserved, expanded, and renovated over the years. The small house sat at the end of an old logging
