The sun seemed to bore down on the man’s back even through the cover of the trees. It was a bright day. Blue skies meant good hunting opportunities, and Miss Grimshaw’s reminders and nagging had gotten a little too constant for Arthur’s liking. So, he had dragged himself up onto his horse and set off, arrows ready. The land between Valentine and Horseshoe Overlook was a prime spot for hunting deer, so he tapped his horse into a trot and headed in that direction.

Brushing through the thick woods, a leaf rustled in the distance. He paused, slowing down his horse to a stop. Another leaf rustled. Then two. Then a bush. “Anyone there?” The man called out gruffly, straining his ears to listen in the deafening silence that followed. Must have been a fox or something. He let out a short breath, continuing on.

Rustle, rustle.. He frowned, stopping once more. “Whoever’s there, this ain’t funny. C’mon out an’ show yerself.” He called out again.