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there along the wind-shattered sides of the blue, nose-shaped rock for seven summers, night and day, from his thirteenth year to his twentieth. For the first five summers he had hunted with the guides, Abenakis, most of them, and then he had spent a couple of summers up there alone. For five years now—though he had traveled to, and hunted on, every continent in the world—he had not been back to Blue Job. It was almost as if he had becomeafraid of the mountain, he thought, lacing up his L.L. Bean hunting boots.
    3.
    He took no more gear than what he could carry on his own back: a one-man Greenland mountain tent, his down-filled sleeping bag, one pot, one skillet, a Svea gas stove, his Norm Thompson fold-away flycasting outfit, one change of clothes, and the Ten Essentials: maps (Geological Survey maps of the Blue Job quadrangle), a compass, a flashlight, sunglasses, emergency rations (raisins, chickpeas, and powdered eggs), waterproofed matches, a candle for starting fires in dampness, a U.S. Army blanket, a Swiss Army pocketknife, and a small first aid kit. Also, a skinning knife, which he wore on his belt, one hundred rounds of ammunition, and his trusted Remington 30.06 rifle with the special Howard Hughes scope and sight that he had used to such miraculous advantage in Tanzania.—This one helps you kill the big ones, he had written to Hughes.
    4.
    Egress rolled over in his bunk and watched his brother finish packing.—Where you going? he asked idly.
    â€”Goin’ to the high country, the far outback, headin’ for the deep piny woods, lightin’ out for the territory.
    â€”Alone, I suppose.
    â€”Alone, Dread said.
    â€”Coming back soon?
    â€”Cain’t say, Dread opined. Seated cross-legged on the floor, shoving his gear into the Kelty, he looked like a young, raw-boned lieutenant in the U.S. Cavalry, a noble fool preparing to leave on a dangerous mission behind enemy lines, a secret mission that he, and no one else, had volunteered for. He had covered his pale, freckled face with lampblack and his long, blond hair with a watch cap.
    â€”Why’re you done up like that?
    â€”So no one will see me, Dread told him.
    â€”Right, Egress said.
    5.
    By dawn he had reached the shadow of Blue Job. Standing in a clearing, he watched the sun inch heavily over the mountain’s knobby profile, and he guessed he was now inside the cougar’s territory, about eight miles in a line from the top of the mountain.
    He began looking for signs, cougar shit, tracks, or a fresh kill, as he walked headlong toward Blue Job. The sun rose higher, and he began to sweat. He could smell his woolen clothing, and he knew the cougar could, too, and it excited him. He shoved three bullets into his rifle and took off the safety and kept on walking, his head facing the mountain, his eyes darting from side to side and down, searching for signs. This was how the Abenaki had taught him, but he did not remember that, for he’d learned it truly.
    6.
    Suddenly he knew he was being watched. Turning around, slowly, like a sleepy cat, he saw the steel-gray cougar crouched about twenty yards away in a short, shallow crevasse between two high, moss-covered rocks. He and the animal stared at each other for nearly a full minute, when, in a single move, the cougar sprang to the top of one of the large rocks and disappeared into the dense underbrush behind it.
    Dread felt a chill wipe his entire body. Next time I’ll get closer before I look at him, he decided. Then he sat down on the sun-warmed ground for a moment; his legs felt watery, and he was afraid he would fall.
    7.
    Walking on, he unaccountably remembered watching an Indian woman have her baby in a pine grove, mingling the bloodand afterbirth with the warm, sweet-smelling pine needles on the ground. But then he couldn’t remember if he’d actually seen that or had only dreamed it and was remembering a dream. He finally decided that it didn’t