The woman in black rolled and leaped to her feet. Marsh and Court stepped back while Walker slipped in the pine needles and dirt, struggling to create some distance. Her eyes didn’t stop moving as she took in her surroundings. When she saw Clint Donovan on the ground with a…

Court adjusted the position of his fingers on his mag gun. There was something in the trees ahead. Probably a deer. Too quiet for a moose, he thought. Moose would’ve been a nice treat. They’d eaten a lot of deer and feral dog lately. …