Chapter 26

He tried to remember the dream that had awakened him that morning, but it had faded, as dreams do, and Hunter could no longer recall what about it had been so disturbing.

Beaumont House meant solace to him. Naturewas the word that sprung to mind when he thought of the house, that and refuge. He thought of the trees, grasses, and even weeds that grew in such lush abandon around the house. The woods must be filled with animals and birds. And there were no people. No loud noises. No one following him.

Thinking of the house was a comfort. The scotch and the gentle, even sounds outside soothed him, and soon Hunter felt his head tipping forward as he slid off into sleep.

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