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logging roads and game trails. The sheriff chose Ravizza as the recipient of the dog not only because Ravizza was on the take with the sheriff, but the sheriff reasoned, “If the damn mutt runs away, Ravizza is the one who will be able to find it.” When it was time to choose a name for his four-legged partner, he settled on naming her after the reason he was in Pine Run in the first place, the Northern Lights. He had also always liked the Roman goddess of dawn, Aurora.
    With his team of deputies set to go the sheriff and his crew headed deep into the woods as far as their off road utility vehicles could take them. From there only the sheriff knew that it would be a 17-mile hike through the dense pine, oak and birch forests to the reach the last place the yellow satellite phone had marked its known location. The squad was headed for the twin’s hillside orchard.

7 Mowgli
    A s they trudged down a leaf-covered hill in a section of tall oak trees whose fallen acorns resembled marbles under their feet, the deputies grew impatient with the so-called training exercise.
    "What the hell?” Coleman complained. “We have been hiking for hours and it is starting to get dark.”
    "What’s the matter, big boy? Can’t keep up?" Henderson remarked, strolling past Coleman along the trail as he bent over to catch his breath.
    "Oh, I can keep it up, all right,” Coleman sneered back. “Why don't you climb in my sleeping bag and find out tonight sweetie?”
    Coleman's relentless sexual harassment continued toward Henderson, as always.
    “Sorry, I am not into bestiality. I don't hook up with pigs like you,” Henderson retorted.
    “Oink, oink, baby,” Coleman responded, tilting his head back to lift his nose up like a swine.
    “Since we are in the woods, it might be the perfect time for some jungle fever, huh, Coleman?” Ravizza chimed in, poking at the fact Henderson was black.
    “Mmmm, yeah, a little dark meat might be on the menu,” Coleman offered.
    “Why don't you just shut your damn mouth for once and follow orders?” Magee suggested.
    “Oh, well, thanks for the suggestion and I will definitely take it into consideration once our fearless Boy Scout leader up there admits that he has not told us jack...”
    “Shit?” the sheriff answered from the front of the line.
    “Yeah, jack shit,” Coleman replied.
    “No... bear shit,” Henderson said, pointing down at the ground under Coleman with a massive smile on her face. “Not jack shit. Bear shit, as in your standing in it.” The group all busted out laughing as Coleman vigorously rubbed the bottoms of his ragged, worn-out boots in the nearby grass. They found enjoyment in the kicking motion he attempted to remove as much of the bear's processed lunch as he could.
    “Hey Coleman, if the bear’s name was also Jack, then you’re right. It is Jack shit!” Magee added, piling on to Coleman's boot situation.
    “Well I guess that answers that age old question,” Ravizza added.
    “What question?” Coleman said, his tone lightening up and now seeing the humor in the situation.
    “Bears really do shit in the woods!”
    The entire group continued laughing at the expense of Jack Coleman again and he stood there confused, not familiar with why anyone would ever wonder such a dumb thing.
    “Shut up, Air Force boy,” Coleman said. He found something about everyone to use as ammunition when it came to insults and the fact that he was combat infantry and Ravizza was not just added to it.
    'You’re not half the cop I am, Ravizza!” Coleman continued.
    “Look at your block head and big fat ass, Coleman,” Ravizza struck back. “I am literally... half the cop you are, piggy.”
    Coleman had the same comeback for him as he did a few minutes earlier while being called a member of the swine family. While looking at Henderson and Ravizza he gave each of them a distinctive “Oink, oink.”
    “All right, it’s time to set camp and debrief,” the sheriff said, dropping his