About this title:
It was supposed to be just an ordinary camping trip, two old friends hiking through the woods of northern California. But this self-enforced isolation exposes long-hidden rivalries and resentments between the men. The deeper they get into the wilderness, far from civilization, the greater the tension becomes–until it erupts into a terrifying life-or-death battle for survival. Two men enter the woods, but only one will emerge alive . . . .
About the Author:
Richard Matheson was The New York Times bestselling author of I Am Legend, Hell House, Somewhere in Time, The Incredible Shrinking Man, A Stir of Echoes, The Beardless Warriors, The Path, Seven Steps to Midnight, Now You See It…, and What Dreams May Come, among others. He was named a Grand Master of Horror by the World Horror Convention, and received the Bram Stoker Award for Lifetime Achievement. He has also won the Edgar, the Spur, and the Writer's Guild awards. In 2010, he was inducted into the Science Fiction Hall of Fame. In addition to his novels Matheson wrote several screenplays for movies and TV, including “Nightmare at 20,000 Feet,” based on his short story, along with several other Twilight Zone episodes. He was born in New Jersey and raised in Brooklyn, and fought in the infantry in World War II. He earned his bachelor’s degree in journalism from the University of Missouri. Matheson died in June, 2013, at the age of eighty-seven.
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“This is as good a place as any,” Doug said, leaning forward on the backseat.
“Okay.” Marian started to slow down the Bronco as it turned a curve to the right.
“By that fallen big-leaf maple’ll be fine,” Doug told her.
“Right.” She eased the Bronco toward the right side of the road and braked slowly. The carpeting of yellow leaves crackled under the tires before Marian stopped the Bronco by the fallen tree.
“Perfect,” Doug said.
Bob drew in a sudden, involuntary breath. “And so the adventure begins,” he said, trying to sound pleased.
Marian looked at him as she switched off the engine. “You all right?” she whispered.
He nodded, smiling. “Fine,” he said.
Doug opened the back door of the Bronco and got out. He stretched his arms upward, groaning as he arched his back. “Oh… boy,” he muttered.
Marian looked worriedly at Bob. “Are you sure you’re all right?” she asked.
“Yeah, why do you say that?” He managed a grin.
“Well—” She gestured vaguely. “You didn’t sound too certain there.”
“And so the adventure begins,” she quoted.
“Oh.” He laughed softly. “I’m a little nervous of course. I’m no kid. But I’m sure it’s going to be fine.”
In back, Doug had unlocked the hatchback door and was starting to lift it.
“You’re comfortable then,” Marian said.
“Oh, sure.” He leaned over and put his arms around her. She responded and they held on to each other tightly.
“Okay, lovebirds,” Doug said from behind the car. “Time to unload our gear.”
Bob and Marian drew apart, smiling at each other. They opened their doors and slid out, standing on the leaf-covered ground. “My God, the leaves are so big,” Marian said, picking up one that was more than a foot across. After a few moments, she dropped it, the golden leaves crunching under their shoes as they moved to the rear of the Bronco where Doug was pulling out his backpack.
“Here, I’ll get yours,” Marian said, pulling at Bob’s backpack. “Holy! Moses.” She had lost her grip on the pack, which thudded down on the ground. “It weighs a bloody ton,” she said. “How in God’s name are you going to carry that for four days?”
Bob forced a smile. “It’s really only three, honey. There’s not that much left of today.”
“Two hours would be too much for carrying that,” she said, gesturing toward the fallen pack. “You’re forty-five, not twenty-five.”
“ Honey…” He gazed at her reproachfully.
“Oh…” She sighed, looked guilty. “I’m sorry. I’m not saying you can’t do it. It’s just…” She made a face. “It’s so damn heavy.”
“He’ll get used to it,” Doug told her. “And it’ll get lighter every day as the food goes.”
“I suppose.” She watched Bob pick up the pack and move it away from the Bronco, then turned toward the back of the car.
“You’re not taking this, are you?” she asked, picking up a red flare.
“Sure.” Doug’s smile was teasing. “To light our campfires.”
Marian put down the flare, smiling. “What’s this?” she asked, picking up a length of chain. “You don’t need this on your hike, do you?”
“No.” Doug took it away from her and put it back in the car.
“What’s it for?” Marian asked him.
“Protection,” he answered.
She opened her mouth as though to speak, then closed it again. “Oh,” she murmured, watching him take a long leather carrier from the Bronco. “What’s that?” she asked, trying to cover her feeling of embarrassment about mentioning the chain.
“A bow,” he said.
Bob made a sound of strained amusement. “You’re taking a bow?”
“I always do.”
“And arrows, I presume.”
Doug gave him a look.
Bob asked, “Why? Do you hunt while you’re out?”
“Not necessarily,” Doug said.
Bob and Marian exchanged a look. “Which means…?” Bob asked.
“Bob.” Doug turned to him with a mildly accusing look. “We’re going into wilderness. There are black bears out there. Mountain lions. Coyotes.”
“Oh, now, wait a minute,” Marian said abruptly. “Nothing was said about black bears or mountain lions or coyotes.” She looked at Bob in concern. “Now I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”
Doug laughed. “Marian, I’m not saying we’re going to run into one of them. The bow is just a precaution.”
She stared at him, her expression one of worried doubt.
“A precaution,” he repeated.
“How many times have you used it while—” She broke off. “Scratch that. How many times have you had to use it while backpacking?”
“Once,” he said, smiling.
“Black bear or mountain lion or coyote?” she asked uneasily.
“Rabbit,” he said, repressing a grin.
She looked startled. “You shot a rabbit?” As Doug nodded, she asked, “How come?”
“I lost my pack in some rapids and I had to eat,” he told her.
She looked at him in silence for a few moments.
“There aren’t any grizzly bears up here, are there?” she asked apprehensively.
“Used to be,” Doug answered. “Wolves too. Until they were killed off by stockmen—traps, guns, poison.”
Marian winced at his words.
“Honey, I’m sure it’s going to be—” Bob started.
“All right, let’s put it this way,” Marian broke in. “How often do you see black bears or mountain lions or coyotes?”
Doug chuckled. “Marian, you’re too much,” he said.
“Well,” she insisted, “how often?”
He groaned softly. “Once in a while, dear girl,” he said with labored patience. “But they don’t want to have anything to do with us any more than we want to have anything to do with them. You leave them alone, they leave you alone.”
“Marian, come on,” Bob chided.
“All right, all right.” She nodded several times. “I’m just…” She gestured vaguely with her hands.
“I should never have mentioned it,” Doug said. “Believe me, it’s nothing to be concerned about. Okay?”
“Okay.” She smiled awkwardly. “I’m just…an apprehensive frau, that’s all.”
Doug’s responding smile was a sad one. “Too bad I don’t have a frau to be apprehensive about me,” he said.
“Oh…” Marian moved to him and kissed his cheek. “I’m sorry, Doug. You’re really doing something nice taking Bob on this…what, hike?”
“Adventure,” he said with a teasing smile.
She smiled back at him. “Right, adventure,” she agreed.
“All right. Now.” Doug looked serious. “You’re okay with the Bronco?”
Marian nodded, smiling. “Okay.”
“And you understand my map.”
She nodded again.
“Well, I’m not the world’s greatest mapmaker,” he said.
“It’s fine,” she told him.
“Well, just…follow the yellow Hi-liter route.”
“To Oz,” she said.
His lips puffed out in a sound of partial amusement. “Yeah, right,” he said. “It’s about…I’d say forty miles or so. Two things to keep in mind. Turn off the main road after you pass the Brandy Lake sign. And most important, keep an eye out for the two Pine Grove signs, one for Pine Grove Street, the other for Pine Grove Lane. You turn right on Pine Grove Lane; it’s the second sign you’ll come to. Got it? The second sign.”
“Got it,” she said.
He raised his hands, palms forward. “I’m only being a pest about this because we’ve had to go out searching for a lot of guests who turned right on Pine Grove Street.”
“I’ll remember,” she said.
“Okay. Good. You have the keys to the cabin?”
“In my purse.”
“Right. And you understand about the propane tank for the stove. And turning on the water.”
“I don.” She nodded. “I’ll be fine, Doug.”
“Well…I just want to be sure. We won’t be there until Wednesday afternoon.”
She nodded. “I’ll be fine,” she reassured him.
“Sure you will,” he said. “You’ll enjoy the cabin. There’s a nice big deck in back that overlooks the forest. Sit there with a drink, you’ll love it.”
“I’m sure.” Marian nodded, smiling.
“You’d better be on your way then so you have plenty of light in case you make a wrong turn. Driving up there in the dark can be a bitch.”
“I’ll be fine,” she said once more.
“Good.” He kissed her on the cheek. “We’ll see you on Wednesday then.”
“On Wednesday.” She was silent for a moment. Then she said, “I’m going to say good-bye to my husband now.”
“You mean auf Wiedersehen, don’t you?” Doug said with a grin.
She pointed the index finger of her right hand at him. “That’s up to y...
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