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Crimson Deep An Action Packed Thriller The John Decker Supernatural Thriller Series Book 3 Anthony M Strong Full Chapter
Crimson Deep An Action Packed Thriller The John Decker Supernatural Thriller Series Book 3 Anthony M Strong Full Chapter
This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places, and events are products
of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to events or places, or real persons,
living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 62
Chapter 63
Chapter 64
Chapter 65
Chapter 66
Chapter 67
Chapter 68
Chapter 69
Chapter 70
Chapter 71
Chapter 72
PRIVATE PROPERTY.
No entry by order of
Sinclair Research Corporation.
Trespassers will be prosecuted.
Area Closed.
Danger - No Trespassing.
BY ORDER OF FLORIDA PARKS AND WILDLIFE.
They passed beyond the sign, ignoring it. Neither of the men in
the truck had any clue what danger the sign might refer to, but they
paid it no heed. The waterhole would be as safe today as it had been
on the four or five other times they had ventured up here. Carl
wondered if the park rangers even remembered why they had closed
the area in the first place, it had been so long.
Bureaucracy.
He snorted and shook his head, turning his attention back to the
road ahead. That was the real danger. The final part of the trail was
treacherous, with a series of switchbacks that could result in a nasty
encounter with a tree if you weren’t careful.
“We’re almost there,” Carl said, glancing sideways at his younger
brother, Ray, before turning his attention back to the road ahead.
“Huh?” Ray was still distracted.
“I said, we’re almost there,” Carl repeated, swatting at Ray’s
hand. “For pity’s sake, would you quit it?”
“What?”
“Fiddling with that damned radio.”
“What’s your problem?” Ray flipped the radio off and pushed his
hands deep into his pockets.
“It’s annoying, that’s my problem,” Carl grumbled.
“Can’t you get a decent radio in this thing? You don’t even have a
CD player, let alone MP3 or Bluetooth,” replied Ray. “Even my truck
has a CD player, and I’ve had that thing for years.”
“It is what it is.”
“Satellite radio would be nice,” Ray added.
“Yeah, well, if you’re so damned unhappy riding with me, why
didn’t you drive?”
“Because I drove last time,” Ray replied. “Besides, these trails kill
my tires.”
“And they don’t ruin mine?” Carl eased up on the gas. They were
coming to the narrowest part of the road where it thinned to barely
the width of the vehicle. This was the hardest part of the trail, and if
they were going to run into a problem, this was where it would be.
The dirt road made a sudden left turn and sloped dramatically. Carl
took a deep breath. Twice before they had gotten this far and found
the mud too slick, and he really hated it when they were forced to
turn back. Today though, the truck handled the incline with ease.
From here on in, it was plain sailing.
“Weather service said there could be heavy rain tonight. We
should camp on high ground. We don’t want to get washed out.”
“We’ll pitch the tent on the bluff like last time.” Carl said as the
trail made a final turn to the right before opening up into the clearing.
They had been coming up to the waterhole for years. A tradition
started by their father when they were boys. Now, as usual, the view
as they came around that last bend made Carl’s heart leap. The
black mood eased.
Trees crowded the edge of the space, their branches reaching
into the small oasis of sunlight like arms stretching toward the sun.
On the left side of the open space, the ground was considerably
higher. An old fire pit, still partially visible even after four months,
marked the spot where the two had camped the last time they
visited. In the center of the clearing, surrounded on one side by a
rocky outcrop and on the other by a gently sloping shelf of sand, was
a perfectly round hole in the ground filled with crystal clear spring
water.
Carl brought the truck to a stop. A tingle of excitement coursed
up his spine. “Looks good.”
“Yeah. Water level looks high too.” Ray flipped off his seat belt.
“That’s good.”
“Want to get a dive in before we pitch the tents?”
“Hell, yeah,” Carl said. “We’ve still got a few hours of daylight left;
might as well use them.” For the first time since they had left Tampa,
Carl forgot about his boss and his worries of unemployment. All that
mattered today was the water and the caves that waited to be
explored within.
Chapter 4
Lamon, George, 51
Language, 92-93
Lanman, Charles, 75
Little Greenbrier Cove, 123, 125
Little Greenbrier School House, 84, 85, 144, 148, 154
Little River Lumber Company, 97, 99, 117, 140
Love, Robert, 20
Lumber industry, 29, 97-105, 117;
photos, 96, 100-101, 103, 104. See also Little River Lumber
Company
Lyttleton, William Henry, 44
Ravensford, 98
Reagan family, Richard, 50, 78
Ridge, John, 63, 67
Ridge, Major, 67, 68
Rifle, long, 58, 59-61
Roads, 21, 26, 27, 56, 59, 79, 148
Robertson, James, 45
Rockefeller, Jr., John D., 117
Roosevelt, Franklin D., 119, 121
Roosevelt, Theodore, 97, 116
Rose, Aquilla, 110, 112, 113
Ross, John, 65, 66, 68
Schermerhorn, J.D., 68
Scott, Winfield, 68, 71
Sequoyah (George Gist), 63-65;
portrait, 64
Settlers, white, 42-52, 152
Sherrill family, Samuel, 49, 56
Shields family, Robert, 52
Shults, George Washington, 104
Siler’s Bald, 105
Smokemont, 17, 98
Swaniger, Aaron, 72
Thomas, William, 79
Thomason, W.W., 111, 112
Tipton, William, 51
Tremont, 137-38
Tryon, William, 45
Tsali, 70, 71
Tsiskwa-kaluya (Bird Chopper), 71
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Handbook 125
The cover photograph was taken by Ed Cooper. The rest of the color
photography, unless otherwise credited, was taken by William A.
Bake of Boone, North Carolina. Nearly all of the black-and-white
photographs come from the files of Great Smoky Mountains National
Park. About half of them were taken in the 1930s for historic
recording purposes by Edouard E. Exline and Charles S. Grossman
on behalf of the National Park Service. Exline was a landscape
architect with the Civilian Conservation Corps and a photographer by
avocation. Grossman was a structural architect for the park who was
in charge of the cultural preservation program. The other
photographers who have been identified are Laura Thornborough,
who resided in the Smokies and wrote the book The Great Smoky
Mountains; Joseph S. Hall, who has studied and written about
linguistics of the Smokies since the 1930s; Harry M. Jennison, a
research botanist from the University of Tennessee who worked in
the park from 1935 to 1940; H.C. Wilburn, a CCC history technician
who collected and purchased artifacts of mountain life; Maurice
Sullivan, a CCC wildlife technician who subsequently became a Park
Service naturalist; Alden Stevens, a museum specialist for the Park
Service; Jim Shelton, husband of one of the Walker sisters, Sarah
Caroline; George Masa, who established the Asheville Photo Service
shortly after World War I; Burton Wolcott; and National Park Service
photographers George A. Grant, Alan Rinehart, Fred R. Bell, M.
Woodbridge Williams, and Clair Burket.
Many of the logging photographs were donated to the park by the
Little River Lumber Company. Most of the photographs of Cherokees
come from the National Anthropological Archives at the Smithsonian
Institution; many of them were taken by James Mooney in the
Smokies area in 1888.
National Park Service
U.S. Department of the Interior
As the Nation’s principal conservation agency, the Department of the
Interior has responsibility for most of our nationally owned public
lands and natural resources. This includes fostering the wisest use
of our land and water resources, protecting our fish and wildlife,
preserving the environmental and cultural values of our national
parks and historical places, and providing for the enjoyment of life
through outdoor recreation. The Department assesses our energy
and mineral resources and works to assure that their development is
in the best interest of all our people. The Department also has a
major responsibility for American Indian reservation communities
and for people who live in Island Territories under U.S.
administration.
At Home
In the Smokies
ISBN 0—912627-22-0
Transcriber’s note
In the original captions for photographs/drawings
were often on a separate page from its image. In
these versions, they have been placed under the
image.
Directional words for the phototgraphs, i.e., below,
right, etc. are linked in this version and point to the
correct photographs.
Minor punctuation errors have been changed
without notice. Inconsistencies in hyphenation have
been standardized. Spelling has been retained as
published.
Index entries that were out of alphabetical order has
been corrected. Also, in this version page numbers
have been changed to reflect any captions that have
been moved.
The name Jim Proffitt/Proffit was spelled once each
way in the text. Both spellings have been retained.
The following Printer errors have been changed.
CHANGED FROM TO
“particularly “particularly
Page 17:
signifcant” significant”
“Humphy John “Humphry John
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Ownby” Ownby”
“fibers with a “fibers with a
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spining” spinning”
Page 158: “Park Assocation” “Park Association”