"You killed a huge chunk of my pack in just one day," Faust said, stopping about six feet away. "One day. Now, I know you're a good shot - you got Lager's finger after all - but not that good of a shot one hundred percent of the time. I just don't believe it.

This man seemed to like to hear himself talk. I picked up my bow and turned, and my ears homed in through the blowing wind on the sounds around him, how many and from what direction. He'd brought four men with him, all of ...