Hunt Hunted, Murder Murdered

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Dev Coulding wiped the final beads of rain from his furrowed brow and threw the hankie down on the passenger seat. One riddle leading to another, but he had to get to the final solution before the others did or he’d be the butt of their jokes again. The car in motion he sped off through Townhill onto the back roads of West Fife towards Saline. Full beams tracking the road ahead, hedgerows and fencing snaked along the horizon. A treasure hunt, for fun, but tonight he had a mission. Alone, lonely but desperate to keep in with his mates, the only thing he had left.

With every turn he is faced a new piece of sodden road, in a state of disrepair, damaged with hard standing loosened by a tractor’s unapologetic movement during the agricultural close season. More hedgerows, not really stock fencing as holes gaped through, and it would be likely a lamb or 2 had been lost in previous times. But the sheep would be wallowing in the hollows away from the wind and rain tonight, not looking for the greener grass across the track.

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