CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
HE STOOD IN THE DOORWAY, looking out over the panorama of trees that spread across the property below. The small, hunting cabin sat in the center of the property, at the top of a high bluff, giving it a spectacular view of the area. Dusk made the sky a deep purple, and sent the birds into frantic preparation for the cool night ahead.
The sky above the dense carpet of trees churned with activity as day birds captured their last few bites before settling down to rest, and night birds and bats spread their wings and stretched, using the last few moments of light to spy out an early snack.
Unseen in the distance, except for a winding break in the thick tree cover, the creek still roiled with manic energy from the recent storms. He could hear the powerful force of water c
