Chapter 15: Thinking Like a PredatorWHEN GWYN PULLED THEIR PLANE up to a rickety looking wooden dock on Deer Lake under a mid-afternoon sun, Ed was waiting, leaning against the same battered Ford pickup that Gwyn remembered and still looking as weathered and indestructible as the rocks he stood on. His long gray hair was in a ponytail, and he wore a plaid shirt, jeans, and a deerskin jacket with a thunderbird design in beadwork.
Gelert jumped out of the plane and bounded up to Ed. Ed took Gelert’s head in both hands, rubbing him behind his ears. “Hello, you great beast, you.” He and Gwyn embraced each other.
“Ed, I’m so sorry about Mary,” Gwyn said, wanting to say more but not finding the words.
Ed nodded. “Thank you, Gray Legs. She knew you were her friend.” He eyed Caz where she still
