The next day Rath and Kate did their separate things. She helped Fran while he prepared more deer for his trip up north. However that evening there was a violent knock on the door. Fran opened the door. It was Jane.
"Is Stu home?"she asked.
"No," answered Fran, "Why?"
"It's Steve," grasping for air, "He's been drinking."
"we've had drunks before," stated Fran, "nothing major."
"He's playing on killing someone. He thinks I've been sleeping around."
"Find Ralph, he might know where Stu is."
"Thank youi," said Jane running off to find Ralph.
"Thought he was with Glen?" commented Kate.
Closing the door, "He is," sitting on the couch with her hands glasped together, "I didn't want him to be marshell," staring at Kate, "Now my fear for his safety is coming true."
Biting her lower lip, "I think there's a way to aviod this. Can I borrow your bike?"
"How can that help?"
"Trust me."
"Ok."
Kate ran out the door. She found the bike. Hoping onto the seat, she pedaled back to her cabin.
The cabin came in view. However, Rath wasn't outside.
"Rath!" dropping the bike, "Rath!" entering the cabin, "Rath!"
"Yes," came from the living room.
There was Rath mediating.
"Rath, Stu needs your help."
"Why?"
"Steve's looking for someone to kill and Stu may get in the way."
Getting up, "Fine," turning towards her, "Show me where?"