Crossbowby Dayle Campbell Gaetz
Fourteen-year-old Matt has only one goal in life: to become a hermit. He has no use for school, but he loves the solitude of the forest. When he hikes up to the cabin he built for himself, he discovers a mysterious stranger named Forrest has moved in. At first Matt doesn't connect Forrest's appearance with the rash of local robberies. Forrest seems to be the perfect hermit, and he teaches Matt the skills he needs to achieve his goal, including how to hunt with a crossbow. But when Forrest tries to kill an endangered Roosevelt elk, Matt questions the ethics of his new friend. When Matt discovers a stolen rifle in his cabin, he finds himself trapped in a dangerous situation.
Matthew has a lot to learn about who he is and what he wants from life. Right now, all he wants is to hide away in the cabin he built, but someone else has moved in. Angry, Matthew wants to boot the stranger out into the cold and rain, but maybe he can stay for one night. Then, the man, named Forrest, offers to teach Matthew how to hunt with a crossbow. Sloughing off his homework and the promises he has made to his two closest friends, Matthew practices until he can consistently hit the bulls eye and never miss the target. Meanwhile, robberies in the neighborhood confirm Matthew's suspicion that Forrest is not as innocent as he appears, but Matthew does not know what to do about it. Usually just cans of food and warm clothing are stolen, nothing serious. Plus, he has learned a great deal of forest lore and environmental statistics from him. Forrest is like the father Matthew never had. The situation comes to a head, however, after Matthew is caught cheating on his homework and Forrest steals a gun. Reviewer: Janet L. Rose
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I felt light and free, like an escaped prisoner. Tonight, for the first time ever, I would sleep up here on my own. Just me and the wilderness. I wanted to bellow out in triumph, like a big old bull elk. But I had almost reached my cabin, so I loped along on silent feet. Like a creature of the wild, I approached my lair in silence. I slowed down, advanced cautiously, stayed on high alert to keep my territory safe from predators. I raised my head, sniffed the air and knew something was wrong. Mixed with the musty odor of damp earth and the Christmas-tree scent of firs, was a trace of wood smoke. A chill spread up the back of my neck. Here in the forest, smoke could come from only one place. My cabin.
I raised my head, sniffed the air and knew something was wrong. Mixed with the musty odor of damp earth and the Christmas-tree scent of firs, was a trace of wood smoke. A chill spread up the back of my neck. Here in the forest, smoke could come from only one place. My cabin.
Meet the Author
Dayle Campbell Gaetz has worked as a creative-writing instructor, book editor and columnist but now devotes her time to her own writing. Gaetz is the author of over twenty books for young people and adults. Gaetz grew up in Victoria, British Columbia, and now lives in Campbell River. For more information, visit www.daylegaetz.com.
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