4 “Excuse me?” Anna stopped walking and stared at Hunter. “It’s true. Every few years people come through town, usually with metal detectors and shovels,” Hunter paused. “And sometimes guns.” “Did you say guns?” Anna’s jaw dropped. “Have people been shot?” Hunter jerked a shoulder. “There’s been an instance or two over the years. The last I know of was a couple of years ago. It’s almost cyclical. I wouldn’t be surprised if strangers were poking around this summer.” “Hunter, I have no desire whatsoever to have strangers roaming around with shovels and guns when I’m out there by myself! This seems like something you or your mother should have told me before I moved in!” Anna was fuming. Known for her short temper she tried to rein it in. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know she was going to put you in the Lucas place.
