He’s alone. Maybe he’s some kind of lone wolf hunter, or an outcast.
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“Hey, man,” Jack said softly.
THE HUNTER BY MARILEE DAHLMAN
Caitlyn, the mining company rep, stood across from Jack. She wore a fleece vest, collar up, and had a lime-green climbing rope looped around her shoulder. “I’ll show you the pix.”
She adjusted her cap brim with both hands, working the curve of it, and kept talking. “…