Fred threw the last piece of wood he chopped onto the pile he had been working on for the past hour. Not much sense in piling it up like he had done back home. Just going to burn it anyway. He sat on the stump and reflected back over the incident with the Jeep with the scary looking guy in it. The guy had to be watching Meg. But the important part of the whole thing was how long had the big guy been watching her? And why? Or was he just setting there? Things began to click inside his mind. The tunnel. What was that about? Why would anyone want a tunnel to a tree? Well, when he found the little nesting part of the tree and the telescope and how this zeroed right in on the Paker place things began to click. The Jeep on the road was a big click. Stumbling on him spying on Meg was the clincher. He had read books. He watched the news. He knew this man was a stalker! He was a stalker and he was stalking Meg Paker. But wait! Stalkers usually had a reason. What did this man want from Meg?
As Fred entered his small cabin and placed his gun and machete on the shelf his head began to hurt. He was not used to all this thinking. His life was very simple and required no planning or decision making and he did not like this at all. He resented the big scar faced man for doing this to him. Something was going on and he knew it, but did not know what to do about it. As he lay on his small cot fully clothed, he tried to sort it out, but he could not. Finally a blissful oblivion flew him away to his boyhood home and a mother and father who loved him, but not each other.
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