I looked into the sunset in the cold Tennessee Mountains; I could see all the stars now. I nearly forgot what I was supposed to be doing. I place my gun against a tree and start setting up the encampment, six large insulated tents for searchers to sleep in and two smaller ones for supplies.

The fall night chilled my bones as I pulled the tents out of my van and set them up, Jasmine, my dog, sniffed the ground for rabbits. After the tents were set up I pulled out my axe and my machete, cutting wood for a fire I set up a bon fire. 

I looked up and saw the stars again, the cold bit at my face. Realizing just how cold it was I sat next to the fire and warmed my hands, Jasmine growled just as trucks, cars, and vans pulled up with around fifty people in them. Police placed a map on a large table they had just set up. 

Folders of suspects, descriptions of the captive, areas on where they could be hiding littered the table as well. As soon as vehicles stopped coming in a police captain called every one to listen. 

"We have two suspects in this case, one a middle aged man, a sex offender and known to have been in contact with the captive. The second and elderly man who sold meth and illegal firearms, we believe she had been in the wrong place at the wrong time when she was abducted." he said and everyone looked at the map. "As you can see, we have only for miles that they could be in. this region of the mountains have been used by hundreds meth dealers to make their drugs. Many still have them. It is dangerous out here so do not go alone on any conditions." he finished. 

"May god watch over us!" shouted a pastor in the crowd. I walked over to the captain. 

"Has Joel showed up yet?" I asked, Joel was my younger brother. A sniper in the army he was my partner in any searches. I myself was an experienced hunter and tracker; I knew these mountains better than most and had a great shot to boot. 

"Sorry can’t say I’ve seen him Jack," the captain said, he uncaged three large German shepherds. The Sheppard barked and whined. 

"Keep the Sheppard away from my blood hound she’s in heat!" I snapped, "If I catch one of them near her they be nudered if they already aint!" I snapped.

"Don’t worry your blood hound is just fine, they fixed." he reassured me and I walked away and pulled out my shot gun, setting it in my back seat I set up my pack. 

A day’s worth of water, two days worth of dried food, flint, knife, binoculars, a small clothe tent, rope, multiple knives, my axe and machete, and extra ammunition. Then I saw the head lights of Joel’s truck, he climbed out with his Weimaraner, Jake.

"You ready?" he asked, he already had his pack on. Jake was in two sweaters same as Jasmine, the two sniffed each other then started licking each other. They were as friendly as the two could get.

"Yea, you got your gun?" I asked and he pulled out a hunting rifle. He nodded and he started hiking in the mountains, the cold stung our faces as we passed over the mountains with our dogs, all though all they could track were rabbits.

After two hours we set up camp and all of us dogs included climbed into my small tent, in the mourning I quickly made oatmeal in a pan I had brought. Then hiked for three hours hollowing out the name "Naomi!", and then traveling off the path toward some hidden but not used meth labs we stumbled on a cave.

Joel went in and shot his gun, scaring all the bats in side but no human had prablly found it besides us. After that we headed down into the more valleys like area of the four miles. Stopping for lunch only, when we did stop for lunch Jake took off Jasmine following close behind.

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Naomi woke with a start in the grubby and dingy cabin, a dogs barking had woke her up but not her captive. the old man just snored heavily and nearly dropped the gun, she had dated a marine long enough to know it was an AK-47 and that it could send possibly a dozen or more rounds into her in less than half a minute.

She looked out a small hole in the wall to see two shapes running, two dogs. She made a quite peeping sound like a chicken in hopes the dogs would hear her.

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Finally me Joel made it up to the dogs, but what they found scared me, in front of us was an abandoned meth lab. It smelled terribly of propane. One shot into that building it would most likely go up in a colluom of flame. The dogs barked loudly again.

Was it abandoned? Was someone in there? Were they hiding or were they getting a gun out ready to shoot our dogs and possibly us? I asked myself. Slowly and quietly I crept up to the cabin and looked in foggy, frosted, and sooty window and could only make out one figure.  A man with a gun in his lab, he was asleep.

Slowly I walked around the run down building and found no other entrances besides the front door. I gestured to Joel to come quickly, he move to one side and I kicked the door open. The old man fell out of his chair and held his gun up and aimed at my chest.

He had an AK-47, a meth dealer with a weapon that powerful was extremely dangerous. Our eyes met, his said you don’t get out of here alive. imp sure mine said, let us go or else.....

Or else what? I shoot him this entire place goes up; if I go in for a melee he shoots me. Joel could get him but what could would that do if he blows the place up or gets shot himself? All the while a teenager was nudging behind me towards Joel who was parallel of the man only a thin wall between them.

Suddenly the old man aimed at her; in the second he did I smacked him in the face with the butt of my gun. He fell to the floor and I punched, then we were rolling onto of each other fighting like dogs until Joel came in and aimed at the old man.

We let go of each other and I kicked in the stomach, teeing him up with some rope that was in his bag he made him walk. The way we tied him restricted his movement. Both hands had to move with his legs and his hand tied together made it so he could attack us.

"Let’s get the hell out of here!" Joel yelled as he shoved the old man onto a path, slowly we made our way back to the encampment.

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"It has been two days where are they!" the captain snapped at others, but then a group broke through the trees. An old man tied up, a young girl who was frightened out of her mind, and the two Smith brothers. A man and women broke through the crowd and hugged the teenage girl.

Joel and Jack pushed the old man into a cop car, waving to the media. The captain let out a breath and cried out, "Call everyone back in!"