Chapter 19 Zed Hansen couldn’t believe his eyes that morning when he observed a portly brown figure stumble out of the dense, wet woods and onto the dirt road about eighty yards in front of him. He half wondered if he’d just discovered the famous creature his nephew had once attempted to hunt down over thirty years ago. He chuckled over the memory. But as he drove closer, it quickly became apparent that it was just Hank Bailey, Sean’s landlord. Clad in brown camouflage garb, black military boots, and some sort of headgear, Bailey’s curious appearance compelled Zed to stop for a little back and forth.
With a twelve gauge shotgun hanging from his shoulder and a canvas bag heavy with rabbit carcasses grasped in his gloved hand, Bailey explained that he’d gotten up before sunrise to try out s
