"How many hours have passed? One? Five? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Then, you know he’s there. You don’t know how, but you’re heart-slamming sure. There has been no sound, no scent, no hint of movement. But he’s there. Close. It’s the same feeling you get when someone stares at the back of your head, the same sixth sense that makes your hackles rise to protect your jugular..."

This story is taken from "Death in a Lonely Land: More Hunting, Fishing, and Shooting on Five Continents" by Peter Hathaway Capstick.

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by Andrew Coyle
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