Chapter 18

Kona Woods belonged to Bigfoot, in a manner of speaking, setup carefully to be a private purchase with the majority of the land dedicated back to the state as a wildlife park.

“But if it’s a park people visit,” Keston heard himself say. At some point he’d reached for the remote jutting the TV and his voice seemed loud though he spoke softly. “For hiking and fishing and camping. How do you avoid them?”

“Regulations,” explained Ness. By now he’d plopped his butt down on the coffee table. Their knees nearly touched and Keston resisted the urge to slip from the arm of the couch over to Ness’s lap, suspecting he’d enjoy the close encounter. Close encounter.He smothered his giggle.

“And the cabins?”

“There are few of them, less than ten in the entire forest, both sides of the lake. Bet ye didn’t know, but there’s also one on the island in the middle of the lake,” confessed Ness. “It’s the one I choose to stay in.”