Finish the edits by two o'clock.
Hunters in the hunting season, fishermen in the pork season, Étienne flying to Tokyo, Morishita Suji arriving in Alaska, Bosen walking out of Taiji Town Police Department, and Jerret busily producing the final cut of the film.
Everyone was headed towards their goals.
Huge footprints were imprinted in the deep furrows of the track, fresh enough to suggest the Black Bear must be nearby.
Sato's muscles bulged as he ran through the woods, giving it everything he had, fighting for every breath.
The forty-something Sato felt a resurgence of youthful vigor, even as his lungs burned like they were on fire, he was determined to get ahead.
Sato leaped onto a large rock, rolling as he landed.
The surrounding leaves rustled in the breeze.
Bi Fang released his grip, and the scattered Black Bear fur floated away with the wind; he had memorized the scent.
That Black Bear had to be nearby.
