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High Mountain Hunter

A hundreed miles beyond the last refuge fort a lone hunter crouches motionless, becoming part of the silent snowscape, watching for a movement in the valley below. Opportunity is fading with the gray winter light but there is still a chance that the big buck will reappear. Then the long rifle and a sharp eye will ensure survival for another day in the trackless wilderness of the high mountains.