![]() ![]() ![]() He didn’t feel the cold seeping through his jeans that were resting on the snow covered log which his ass was on. There were a few clouds but the full moon shone bright through the trees, gilding them silver.Ĭhace didn’t see the trees or the moon. ![]() Trees that, by some miracle, not only took root but grew tall and remained strong. Trees that shouldn’t take root in the Colorado Mountains. For some reason that was likely akin to the reasons Old Man Harker did all the crazy shit he did, he had cleared that space seventy years ago and planted hundreds of shoots of twenty different varieties of trees. Unusual because it wasn’t simply conifer and aspen. Harker’s Wood was an unusual spread of trees in the Colorado Mountains. The place where his wife was shot to death. Chace Keaton was whispering to no one, sitting alone in the very early morning February cold of Harker’s Wood. ![]()
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