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Ike Hamill - The Hunting Tree Trilogy

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For thousands of years a supernatural killer has slept in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. An amateur ghost hunter has just woken him up. Now that he stalks the night once more, hes traveling east. Although the monsters actions are pure evil, he may be the only thing that can save humanity from extinction. This edition collects Books One, Two, and Three together in one volume. Book One: Book Two: Book Three:

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The Hunting Tree

by

Ike Hamill

The Hunting Tree

BOOK ONE

- Stage of Possibilities -

CHAPTER ONE

Crooked Tree - 3141 B.C.

HE STOOD IN BACK between his brother and his father, but he really wanted to be nearer to the edge of the cliff. On the journey hed caught a glimpse of the spectacular view through the trees. From up here they could probably see all the way to where the big rivers came togetherthe place they would meet with the other families at the end of summer. On his toes, he could at least spy the fuzzy, purple horizon. At sixteen, Crooked Tree already stood taller than any of his relatives. He was even taller than his brother, Running Deer, who was the strongest and most popular youngster of their whole group.

Crooked Tree flexed his legs. His muscles ached from travel. Their four-dozen family members had walked for days to arrive at this cliff on this warm spring day, but Crooked Tree had run most of itback and forth between his father and Talking Bird. Talking Bird led the group and his father brought up the rear. The tall boy was their messenger, repeating each string of words verbatim.

Now at the front of the group on a black rock, at the very edge of the cliff, Talking Bird explained their duty: Our people were once herded by the Snake. He kept us as his pets; he watched over us. When we turned sour he culled with a swift bite and a tight coil.

They had left in a hurry four days before, collecting meager rations and water along the way. Talking Bird had surprised everyone with this trip and had only conferred with Big Bear, who was the natural leader of the clan. Such a trip wasnt completely unprecedented. As they began their journey, several people remembered another spring day when Talking Bird had uprooted the group and sent them up the hillside just before a flood washed through and destroyed their home camp. The old man was wise and trusted. When his voice broke the still morning everyone straightened and listened.

Crooked Tree tried hard to focus on the old mans words. Whenever Talking Bird would begin his low, slow cadence, it was all Crooked Tree could do to pay attention. His mind would wander and hed always miss a crucial part of the message. Hed wait for his father to explain it later. The rest of the group seemed to sense something important. The extended family stood as still as the rocks that dotted the rough clearing. Even the children and babies knew that it was time to stay perfectly quiet.

When the Man Who Created Himself opened this valley, he stood before the Snake and said We will decide now, said Talking Bird.

Several heads nodded. At Crooked Trees right, Running Deer whooped, punctuating the story.

But he really meant that he would decide who should come together to bring more children, Talking Bird reminded the group. It was much later that we bore that burden.

Now our mothers and fathers choose the wisest pairings, said Talking Bird. This was met with more nods from the clan. And we alone are left to decide when our blood has become poisoned. This is the dream Ive had.

Crooked Tree saw fewer nods at this last line, and many heads dropped. Mothers with young children hugged them close. His own mother wasnt among those standing in the perfect spring sun. She had died just after Running Deer had weaned. Crooked Tree and his brother had been raised by many of the women standing in the group, and that had made it awkward for him to find any of their daughters attractive. They seemed like his sisters. At the next gathering he planned to find a young woman from another clan and follow her home. That would leave Running Deer able to step into his fathers role eventually without being blocked by him, the older son. He closed his eyes, thought of the approaching summer, and inhaled the beautiful wet edge of the air from the forest behind them.

We have come to this moment, said Talking Bird, when Sun Bringer tells us through our dreams that dark spirits are in our blood, and in the blood of our children. We carry the mark, and it will always be.

Talking Bird had to raise his voice to be heard over the wails of the women. We may weep, but we have a duty, just as it would be our duty to fill this valley with our children if we ran strong.

Crooked Tree snuck a glance at his father, Big Bear, to his left. His fathers face was a mask of grim resolve. He wanted to ask his father what was happening, but Talking Bird wasnt done with his speech.

So I ask you to follow me. I will lead the way. Step with me now, ordered Talking Bird. With his eyes moving across the crowd, Talking Bird took a small half-step backward and then leaned way back until he was almost overbalanced over the cliff edge.

The womens wails drew to a crescendo as the group began to move.

Before Talking Bird could fall backwards over the edge of the cliff, his extended family rushed forward and threw themselves over the edge. Some mothers clutched their children to their chest before jumping over the ledge. Others threw their babies, tossing them in high arcs past the tumbling bodies.

Help them, Big Bear said to his sons.

Bringing up the rear, Big Bear, Crooked Tree, and Running Deer herded the group to their death and waited for stragglers or cowards to bolt away from the edge. Their family was strong and proud and took their duty seriously. In the end, the father and two sons reached the cliff and found no stragglers. Their family lay dead in a bloody heap, hundreds of feet below the black rock where Talking Bird had delivered his final address.

We are strong, Big Bear told his sons, this is a proud day.

Crooked Tree and Running Deer watched their father gather his legs and leap; their father folded his arms back to his sides and smiled.

Lets go, brother, said Running Deer.

He still hadnt figured the whole thing out, but his heart told him that he belonged with the rest of his family, and he should follow them.

They jumped together, feet first, and fell at the same pace. Just over the edge their eyes locked and Running Deer whooped for the last time in his young life.

CHAPTER TWO

Davey Two Years Ago

JUST A QUICK ONE? Davey begged. He sat up in his bed while his father, Christopher, waited to tuck him in.

Not tonight, bud, said Christopher.

But Ive been seven for a month, and you said you couldnt tell me the old stories until I was seven, said Davey.

No fair, Susan interjected from the doorway. I was seven three years ago, and Ive never heard those bedtime stories.

I told you, explained Christopher, that theyre not to be told to kids one at a time.

So tell us now, said Susan. She came into Daveys room and climbed over the frame at the end of his bed. She propped a pillow against the wall and made herself comfortable.

This just isnt a good night for it, said Christopher. He was thinking about Melanie. She was still downstairs, muttering at the TV with a full glass of wine. Up until three glasses she was fine, but her anger always came out with the fourth. This wasnt a night he wanted to be caught telling old ghost stories to the kids.

Susan stretched out her legs and pushed her blond hair behind her ears. Davey stared at Christopher with unwavering intensity.

Christopher wasnt a pushover, but he knew when he was beat. He reached behind him and pulled Daveys little chair from under the desk. It was a tiny room, just big enough for the single bed, a bureau, and a cramped desk. Christopher had to maneuver around the chair just to spin it. When his foot caught on the edge of the bed he nearly flipped over backwards.

When hed finally put his legs to the side and found the seat, he agreedOkay, but just a short one.

The kids nodded.

Which one do you want to hear? Theres the one where the twins slept too long side-by-side and their hair grew together, said Christopher.

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