Prologue II Twelve years ago… “You stay alert now, boy.” Brett nodded, glancing over at his father, sitting next to him in the camouflage tent. He took a swig of beer, and Brett averted his eyes. A snapping sound to his left caught Brett’s attention and he looked over to catch sight of a doe. It sauntered near the edge of the clearing he and his father were watching. It grazed on some leaves from some brush, oblivious to the danger it was in. Brett’s heart immediately began to thump furiously in his chest. The doe was beautiful, with large black eyes, and muscles that moved just beneath a coat of velvety brown fur. It was graceful and lovely. It didn’t seem right to kill a creature so pure. “I don’t think we’re going to catch any deer today, Pa,” Brett said loudly, hoping to startle the doe away. “Not with you yammering on like that, we won’t,” his father muttered. “But we came out here to make a man out of you, and t...