"We're just a bunch of hunters," the man said.

"Poachers?" Tarquin raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yeah. That's right."

"When did you come up the mountain? And how'd you find this place?"

"We've been in the woods for a while, but only stumbled on this place last night. Honestly, it was pure luck-we were tracking a deer, and it led us right here.

Once we realized there was food, water, and even some decent beds with warm blankets, we figured we'd found the perfect base camp."

Tarquin pressed, "Who was staying here before you?"

"No idea. We haven't seen the owners since we arrived no sign of anyone."

"Do you have any clue who they are?"

"Looks like a family, probably. There are too many rooms for just one person. And inside, we found old folks' sweaters, kids' sneakers, and a bunch of men's hoodies and jeans. Our boss reckons it's three generations living together.

in town, couldn't afford a house, so they

the kids exchanged skeptical glances. How does someone with

But at least their guess was way off. That meant they had no clue who really lived here —and that was good news for

continued, "Any idea where the

"Nope."

look

time on them-just

you are there?"

hundred, at least. Some aren't here—they're outside the forest, selling what

you get

If you want to know that stuff, you'll

are you

says we're here for the long haul. Plenty of game in these

And it's

"Your boss-Brock, right?"

Brock's the

second and third in line-Lyle's the third. They run the crew, but

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