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As Parker and the two State policemen approached, he rose, slinging his rifle, and greeted them. "Sergeant Haines, isn't it?" he asked pleasantly. "Are you gentlemen out hunting the critter, too?" AS PARKER AND THE TWO STATE POLICEMEN APPROACHED HE ROSE SLINGING HIS RIFLE AND GREETING THEM SERGEANT HAYNES IS IT HE ASKED PRESENTLY ARE YOU GENTLEMEN OUT HUNTING THE CRITTER TOO
 the machete," Parker agreed. "Let's go up by Hindman's gap and see if we can see anything." * * * * * They turned, after a while, into a rutted dirt road, which deteriorated steadily into a grass-grown track through the woods. Finally, they stopped, and the private backed off the road. The three men got out; Parker with his Winchester, the sergeant checking the drum of a Thompson, and the private pumping a buckshot shell into the chamber of a riot gun. For half an hour, they followed the brush-grown trail beside the little stream; once, they passed a dark gray commercial-model jeep, backed to one side. Then they came to the head of the gap. A man, wearing a tweed coat, tan field boots, and khaki breeches, was sitting on a log, smoking a pipe; he had a bolt-action rifle across his knees, and a pair of binoculars hung from his neck. He seemed about thirty years old, and any bobby-soxer's idol of the screen would have envied him the handsome regularity of his strangely immobile features. ALEX BULLY WOODWARD VIRGINIA G A M S I T DOT TEN G DOT ORG AUGUST TWENTIETH TWO THOUSAND SIX POLICE OPERATION BY H BEAM PIPER SECTION THREE THEY TURNED AFTER A WHILE INTO A RUTTED DIRT ROAD WHICH DETERIORATED STEADILY INTO A GRASS GROWN TRACK THROUGH THE WOODS FINALLY THEY STOPPED IN THE PRIVATE BACKED OFF THE ROAD THE THREE MEN GOT OUT PARKER WITH HIS WINCHESTER THE SERANT CHECKING THE DRUM OF A THOMPSON AND THE PRIVATE PUMPING OF BOOKSELL SHOT INTO THE CHAMBER OF A RIOT GUN FOR HALF AN HOUR THEY FOLLOWED THE BRUSH GOWN TRAIL BESIDE THE LITTLE STREAM ONCE THEY PASSED A DARK GREY COMMERCIAL MODEL JEEP BACK TO ONE SIDE THEN THEY CAME TO THE HEAD OF THE GAP A MAN WEARING A TWEED COAT TAN FIELD BOOTS AND KHAKI BREECHES WAS SITTING ON A LOG SMOKING A PIPE HE HAD A BULL ACTION RIFLE ACROSS HIS KNEES AND A PAIR OF BINOCULARS HUNG FROM HIS NECK HE SEEMED ABOUT THIRTY YEARS OLD AND ANY BOBBYSACKS OR CIRDLE OF THE SCREEN WOULD HAVE ENVIED HIM THE HANDSOME REGULARITY OF STRANGELY MOBILE FEATURES
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