He’s alone. Maybe he’s some kind of lone wolf hunter, or an outcast.
| 34MAG | Mar 16, 2019 |
“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. “…