A sinking feeling stirs in the pit of my stomach. “There were some empty casings lying around. It looked like he fired a few rounds before he took off. They followed both sets of prints all the way to the river where they stopped.” “And then?” I dread the answer. Toby shakes his head. “They combed the area but never found Deacon or the bear. The way the ground looked, they figure he stumbled down the embankment and fell into the river, got carried away. That, or the bear caught up to him while he was trying to cross. There’s usually a body when that happens, though.” “When that happens?” I
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