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the
summer sun. Overhead a couple of swallows fluttered about and the intermittent
buzzing sound of cicadas could be heard emanating from several different
directions. There was a slight breeze blowing from the southwest.
    The young boy wiped the sweat from his brow with the sleeve
of his tee shirt. He bent over and picked up his rifle.
    “Sammy, did you pick up the bullet casing?”
    “Yes, sir. Like I was taught.”
    “Now, Sammy, you’ve got to clean your rifle as soon as you
get home. Okay? I’m sure Reverend Mitchell will want to personally speak to you
about your part today.”
    Sammy nodded that he understood. He was grinning from ear to
ear.  
    “You’re heading straight into town?” inquired Bob.
    “Yup. I’m going to take them to Foley’s. Reverend Mitchell
will want to see them before we decide what to do with them.”
    “Okay, I’ll take Sammy with me.”
    With that, Yandow climbed into the
cab of his truck and started it up. He put it into gear and pulled away slowly
as he turned left to head back to the trail and down the mountain. Sammy and
Bob walked over to the woods where Bob had parked his U.S. Army surplus jeep.
The two of them climbed inside the jeep and were soon following the Game Warden
back down the mountain. Several minutes later, the two vehicles crossed over
the small, single lane wooden bridge that spanned the swiftly moving Sutton
River.            
    Yandow’s truck turned to the right
onto a narrow dirt road to head into town with Bob and Sammy following close
behind. In this area there are only a handful of year around homes. The front
and side yards are filled with abandoned appliances, cars and snowmobiles. The
narrow dirt road twists and turns gently downward for a couple of miles, where
it suddenly meets another dirt road. Here the two vehicles turn to the left,
paralleling the westward flowing Winooski
River. This road is wider and more
heavily traveled and as a result, its surface resembles a washboard’s
roughness. This road has more homes, but the surrounding landscape is the same.
While people notice the vehicles as they drive by, no one waves or acknowledges
the two vehicles. They move along this road for a couple of miles before it
intersects with another road. This new road is paved. The two vehicles now
separate. The Game Warden heads to the right, towards the center of Sutton. Bob
and Sammy turn left and head toward the southern end of town. The two vehicles
blend in with the normal everyday traffic.   
    Several minutes later, Yandow pulls
his pickup truck around to the back of Ed Foley’s Washington County Animal
Shelter. The truck’s tires make a crunching sound as it crosses the graveled
back driveway. Yandow , a big man, steps out of the
truck. He stands six feet four and weighs at least two hundred and seventy
pounds. His belly hangs prominently over his wide black leather belt. His
matching forest green uniform pants and shirt are stretched to their limits.
His shirt sleeves display the traditional slashes indicating the rank of
sergeant. He carries a sidearm holstered on his wide leather belt. It is a
State of Vermont issued
nine-millimeter Glock Police Special. He leaves his
hat on the truck’s front seat. He seldom wears his hat. The underarm of his
uniform shirt is heavily stained with perspiration. His pants are also stained
with blood from the two victims.  
    Without knocking, he bounds up the back steps to the rear,
enclosed porch, pulls open the door and lets himself in.
    In the faraway distance there is a rumble of thunder as a
summer storm is building in the heat of the afternoon. The storm will move
through the Winooski River
Valley cutting west to east through
the Green Mountains of Vermont.
    Yandow walks across the porch as
the floor creaks and groans from his weight. He steps inside the open back door
into an examination room, where he finds Ed Foley working on a sedated German
shepherd. Ed’s daughter Lisa is assisting him.