He’s alone. Maybe he’s some kind of lone wolf hunter, or an outcast.

“Hey, man,” Jack said softly.

THE HUNTER BY MARILEE DAHLMAN

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 63

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. “…

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