I smell the tang of the dead deer's blood too late, my senses as dulled as my skills. How did I miss the fresh kill? It's a perfect lure for Sage in his state. This can't be happening. Why did I leave him alone? I lurch forward, already running for him, but it's too late. The big men have seen him, are reaching into the back of the truck, pulling out rifles.

I may have to teach them a lesson after all.

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