Jim cruised the back roads around the reserve. Staff asked him to keep an eye out for suspected gang activity. Some of the old residents had complained there were so many trucks driving around in the back woods; all the game had been pushed away and they were having a hard time hunting.

Jim supposed once you reached the age of seventy, especially the kind of years that the reserve dealt out, you had some excuse for wanting to shoot game across the hood of your truck. The Conservation ...