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knowledge of the rudiments of the sport, and now with the reading material he'd have a much better background to pursue this guy with the stray arrow. Once he had an inkling of who it might be, he could speak with Mr. Summers on his present or past students.
    He checked his watch and drove back to the office where he opened the safe and removed Laura's file and the tube with the arrow inside. Then he waited for Laura's call.
    It wasn't long before the phone rang.
    "Tom Casey."
    He listened for a moment, then responded, “Hello Laura, I need to talk to you and your folks this evening, if possible.” He nodded to himself. “Great, I'll be there about seven."
    Since he still had some time before heading out to the farm, he made a few more calls to different sports stores and discovered that many referred new archery students to Roy Summers. The impression he'd gotten was Summers worked solely for the store he'd found him in. He'd erred in not asking if he offered private classes. More than likely, the guy who shot at the building took lessons from this man.
    The time soon came for him to leave for Laura's. Picking up the briefcase, and the cardboard roll with the arrow inside, he left the office. He checked the alley as he drove out, but didn't see any black pickup, or any other strange vehicle.
    As he drove toward the farm, he wondered how Olly would take the archery story. He knew it would upset both Laura's parents. Somehow he'd have to convince them this man would never shoot at their daughter.
    He soon pulled up to the farmhouse, where they'd put on the yard light for him. As he walked up to the porch, to his amazement, a baby lamb came charging around the corner of the house bleating. The small ewe butted him on the leg. Hawkman laughed as Laura came running after it.
    "She is such a pill,” Laura said as she grabbed the lamb's collar. “Wendy, you get away from him right now."
    "Is she your pet?” Hawkman asked.
    "Yes, I've bottle fed her ever since her mother died. She's definitely got a mind of her own."
    He grinned. “She's cute as a button. Is she extremely small or is it my imagination?"
    "You're right, she's a runt. Ed and Clay were going to destroy her, but I couldn't stand the thought, so they put her in my charge."
    "I didn't notice any sheep on the ranch."
    "We only have a few, and they're kept in a smaller field behind the house. Mom likes them for their coats and she makes all kinds of hats and purses from their wool, then sells them at the different bazaars in town."
    "Very ingenious idea."
    Laura quickly dashed up the steps, opened the door, and yelled, “Mom, Dad, Mr. Casey is here.” She motioned for Hawkman to go on inside. “I've got to put Wendy in her pen. I'll be right back."
    Hawkman stepped into the house, as Laura led the lamb around the corner and out of sight. Soon, they were all gathered in the living room. The family stared at Hawkman with inquisitive expressions.
    "I'm sure you're wondering why I needed to talk with you tonight. First, I want to ask, if any of you know someone who uses a compound bow to hunt?"
    "Yeah, there's a couple of guys who use them,” Olly said.
    Hawkman took his legal pad and pen from the briefcase. “What are their names, and where do they live?"
    "John Higgins, he lives at the first ranch to the south of us. Then there's Bob Riley, he's at the house on the left, just as you hit the dirt road."
    Hawkman glanced at Violet. “You know anyone who uses a bow besides these two men?"
    She shook her head. “No."
    "How about you, Laura?"
    She frowned. “Why are you interested in archery?"
    "I'll tell you in a moment. Do you know anyone?"
    "A couple of guys at the college have talked about practicing with their crossbows and compound bows. Whether they've ever hunted with them, I don't know."
    "Do you know their names."
    "Jason Calderidge and Blake Russell."
    He wrote the two down, then asked, “Do you know their addresses?"
    "I think they're local, but have no