Dark Bandit Sun

Kyle Kane cursed

e down 88, like l

he was horrible at

r even now, but he

lax. It took all his strength just to keep two white fists fast upon the wheel—wi

Heron Lake in the first place that day, was a desperate bid to ki

n ripped up. His family depended on him—and h

in New London no less, a city known for it's toug

t thinking these thoughts was pushing him over the edge—and he kn

the side of the

otebook and began

lights began flash

d the page out an

ned behind. Off

ling all around

ed up slowly, ha

his window, lig

o think his luck w

in the window, ch

e held up, but the

you know, there's a

.? Seriously ...?

e hunt, " he said, p

chopper getting lo

scanning the woods

e, pressed that barrel to his temple—and as God was his witness, his finger almost trigg

his own hand this time. It was obvious how ironic

und? Which way wa

l—then again at Pinedale Inn—and around three diff

s the man's should

s to just about ex

ale, anyway. Quit

eye-witness sket

joking, right?

, grimly shook his

ting your time jus

straight home.

e. By the way, y

His brake light

me. Lady Big Foot

alking away, quickl

Kyle managed, sudd

his gun sticking out

passenger seat and fo

ull away, marvelling

and eased back out

er for a time, until

ill, but by the time Kyle c

the valley—but there was no

oking in the rear-view, but there was no one behind him. He turned on the radio to distract himself and shifted the truck int

sed it and ripped along as fast as he could—almost reaching the n

. An old, vine-clung

ay as well—if nothing else but to catch a glimpse of the Sasquatch himself. He had his camera charged and ready at all ti

wn, however, the dark

the officer—and he was beginning to think the cop had not come this way after all. The man

ike an idiot caught dow

ed the same, like he had not turned around at all—but his

no sign of highway evident, he

n, but by now he was sure that

Crickets chirped as mosquitos

ly turned around once. He was not losing his mind, but then again, there was the highway behind him now, plain as day. So he g

the time it began to thin out again, the highway was no longe