The Hunting Season
By John Coyne
YOU DON’T GO ALONE INTO MAD RIVER MOUNTAIN
Everything would be okay in the country, thought April Benard, in her new summer home. Here her children would be happy and safe. Here she could spend precious time with the man who had saved her life and given his love. Here she could further her career by researching a clan of remote hill people, an inbred society locked inside their own special, isolated world.
Truly, she had nothing to fear in Mad River Mountain.
Nothing, that is, until the creatures she considered safe to study stray from the dark woods. Creatures with stunted bodies and pumpkin faces, deformed in flesh and in spirit. Creatures with a hunger for cold vengeance. And a thirst for hot blood.
ourist season is over. The hunting season has begun.