The hunter took out the bundles of cash and stuffed them in her bag and lifted Dale up his shoulder. Dale had fallen unconscious, her hands swinging from sides to side. The huge man took giant steps. His gun hung on his side, a hand to hold Dale’s lap and the other held the bright flashlight.

He had gotten to the camp, three tents were made. Two for the hunter and Bill respectively, and another was a store place for the animals they caught. Usually they would roast them and chop them into large chunks of meat and transport them with the large vehicle parked a safe distance to the...