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from the back of the book....'It is deer season in rural PA. But one hunter is after different game. Paul Michelson is combing the woods with a single-minded determination, in search of the killer who shot his son and then walked away, letting the boy bleed to death in the snow. The police have dismissed it as a hunting accident, leaving Michelson with no choice but to take the law into his own hands.
Two men locked in a struggle for justice. Only one will survive. And who is guilty and who is innocent will not matter when shots are fired in the depth of the wilderness..."
I enjoyed this book-alot of stalking and hunting!
Two men locked in a struggle for justice. Only one will survive. And who is guilty and who is innocent will not matter when shots are fired in the depth of the wilderness..."
I enjoyed this book-alot of stalking and hunting!
I have read most of David Poyer's work. I am retired military, and what got me started was the Dan Lensman books, which trace the career of a fictitious naval officer from Annapolis through flag rank. After I got hooked on those, I began exploring his earlier work, and, among others, read all of his Hemlock County books, starting with "The Dead of Winter"; it was one of my favorites.
The book takes place during deer season in rural Pennsylvania, but it's a deer season with a macabre twist because one of the hunters isn't after deer, but after another hunter. I won't say any more because I don't want to spoil the story for you.
The book has a special resonance for me - in 1959/60 I was working in the control tower at Davis-Monthan AFB, Arizona. I was on duty the day the rescue helicopter landed with the body of one of our Lieutenants who had been shot in what at first appeared to be a hunting accident. Investigation revealed that the lieutenant and an unknown individual had engaged in a little gun battle out in the wilderness.
I was transferred six or seven months later, and as far as I know that case was never closed.
The book takes place during deer season in rural Pennsylvania, but it's a deer season with a macabre twist because one of the hunters isn't after deer, but after another hunter. I won't say any more because I don't want to spoil the story for you.
The book has a special resonance for me - in 1959/60 I was working in the control tower at Davis-Monthan AFB, Arizona. I was on duty the day the rescue helicopter landed with the body of one of our Lieutenants who had been shot in what at first appeared to be a hunting accident. Investigation revealed that the lieutenant and an unknown individual had engaged in a little gun battle out in the wilderness.
I was transferred six or seven months later, and as far as I know that case was never closed.
