Garth Harwood is on the prowl. He rises at 1 a.m. and pokes about fields and forests until dawn. Often hidden in the dark night and fog, the quarry he seeks is secretive. But he hears them. Out of the darkness, a slim shadow might fly over the field. It is silent, watchful, as much the stalker as the stalked.
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