The Winter Creek Hunter (The Winter Creek Trilogy Book 2)

By CP Bialois

A year after the small town of Winter Creek was terrorized, Sheriff Jay Lightfeather is faced with the daunting task of dealing with reporters and Loons (Out-of-towners) that refuse to give up on finding the Beast.

When a bounty hunter arrives looking for the Beast armed with silver bullets, Jay faces the proposition that he could be in the crosshairs as another, deadlier creature rises from the curse of the past.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CP Bialois
• Release date: Feb 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310052156

CP Bialois

Where do I begin? Well first I guess it's only fair to say that CP Bialois isn't my real name. It's a collaboration I made out of the three greatest pets anyone could ever want. My real name is Ed and I'm just an average person that has found a way to do what he loves. For as long back as I can remember I loved to pretend. Whether it was with my Transformers, GI Joe, or He-Man toys I loved to create intricate plots and have them fight it out. As a fan of horror, science fiction, action, and comedy I dare say my taste in movies are well rounded. Some of my favorites were Star Wars, Star Trek, martial arts, and anything with Swarzenegger in them. I'd write my own stories about the characters I saw in the theaters or TV or I'd just daydream about what I'd see myself as the hero of course. You can't have a daydream without beating the bad guys, getting the girl, etc. It's just not right to envision yourself as a flunky or sidekick. As far as books I loved Sherlock Holmes, Treasure Island, Dracula, and the normal assortment. My early love was the Star Trek novels, I'd read them or the Hardy Boys relentlessly. For a time I could tell you the plot of over a hundred books not to mention comics. I have to come clean and say that I learned to read because of comic books. I was bored, make that extremely bored when we started to read in school. Reading "the cat fell down" really didn't interest me. My dad, who continues to astound me with his insight to this day, figured comics would work. With that in mind he went to the newstand in town and bought issues of Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Tales From the Crypt, and Spider-man. He patiently read through them with me until I picked it up. Whether it was him or the comics I learned to read in about two weeks and for a while few were as good as I was. For years after that whenever we'd go out he'd always spring for a couple of comic books for me. While it wasn't exactly the perfect beginning everything I've ever read or have seen has influenced me in some way and now is the time I'd like to share some of the ideas I've had over the years with all of you. I hope you enjoy my stories, they're always fun to write and I don't see myself stopping anytime soon.

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The Winter Creek Hunter

By CP Bialois

Published on Smashwords 2016

Copyright 2015

Cover Design By

R.J. Keith

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under international and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and situations are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To my wife, Jamie, and all of my friends that have stuck by me through thick and thin: You’re resiliency gives me the encouragement to continue following my dreams.

To my beta readers: You guys rock! Thank you all for your suggestions and critiques.

To my readers: For your constant support and desire to read my work. You are the reason this dream is a reality. Thank you for going on these adventures with me.

Other books by CP Bialois

Mythological Thriller

Call of Poseidon

Horror Short Story Collection

Skeleton Key

The Winter Creek Trilogy

The Winter Creek Beast

The Winter Creek Hunter

The Winter Creek Witch (Coming March 2016)

Science Fiction

The Last World

Epic Fantasy

The Sword and the Flame: The Forging

The Sword and the Flame: The Purging

The Sword and the Flame: The Lightwalker

The Sword and the Flame: The Dragonmaster

YA Series Sword and Flame Novellas (Epic Fantasy)

Stranger Passing

Building a Legend

Prologue

A gunshot echoed off the hills lining two sides of the valley. Blake Mathews remained unmoving as he watched the man in a light blue jean shirt and dark blue jeans stumble before falling facedown into a stream.

Judging by the man’s position, Blake felt certain his mark was dead, and if not, he’d drown in a couple of minutes. Never one to risk his well-being more than necessary, Blake looked through the scope and rested the black crosshairs on the center of the man’s back and fired again. The man’s body jerked slightly from the high-powered rifle’s bullet, but that was it.

He’s dead.

That simple deduction caused Blake to pause in thought. After he took the body to the authorities and collected his reward, he would head out to gather information about his next mark. The twenty thousand he just earned was enough for him to take a long vacation, but he loved his work too much to stop. Besides, it wasn’t everyday he was given a silver bullet to use and offered a hundred thousand. All he had to do was find and kill some monster a couple hundred miles away.

Hell, he reasoned, I wouldn’t have heard of Winter Creek until now if it hadn’t been for those killings.

Chapter 1

Jay Lightfeather stepped out into the cold mountain air and took a deep breath. Winter had come to Winter Creek with little fanfare except for the town’s year-old tourist industry slowing to a crawl. Like many of the townsfolk, Jay was uncomfortable with the town’s sudden popularity. They were a small town that preferred to stay that way without all the undue attention the larger cities got. Sure, the local businesses flourished, but that was the only boon he saw.

With the year’s first snowfall the previous weekend came his relief. The mountain roads were treacherous this time of year, and, aside from the main highway, weren’t always plowed and cindered. The state left the backroads’ upkeep to the town, and Winter Creek really only plowed the roads needed due to the cost. The result became a four-wheel drive or snowmobile heaven.

He couldn’t help but glance at the sky in silent thanks. The snowfall was light, but it gave him an excuse to close the more dangerous roads to outsiders looking for the Beast.

Maybe now things can return to normal around here.

He knew the thought was wishful thinking. Reporters continued to call and ask if there were any more Beast sightings, if he knew of any more out there, or for his comment on the killings yet again. It didn’t help that Edith Baxter, the sheriff’s office’s dispatcher and resident mother hen, had been reading and sharing insights into ancient cultures and how they cremated their dead while trying to get him to quit smoking by talking him into only using matches to light up. It was as though everyone were trying to drive him insane.

Of all the people in town, Edith was the only one never to bring the Beast up to him.