“JUST TRAIL CAMS,” MEL called out to Janet Mason and a handful of her deputies as they spread out in the woods surrounding the cabin and looked up into the trees. “That’s all the judge would sign off on.”
Janet stepped off, up the unpaved entry road, back towards the county road it turned off of. She looked up at all the trees to the right of the narrow dirt track as she made her way away from the cabin.
Good thinking, Mel thought. Knowing Knox, he’d want to know who was coming and going just as much as what deer were around. She started down the glorified driveway as well, looking up at the trees on the left.
“Got one!” Janet called out about a quarter of a mile down, nearly halfway to the entry to the track. “Right there.” She pointed up into a large, century maple tree when Mel came
