Robert Griffin had spent his entire life in a small town in northern Oregon.
In the past, the old man had been a longtime ranger with the Wilderness Protection Unit against poachers. But finally, owing to poor health, he had retired and settled down in a small cabin on the edge of the woods.
Mr. Griffin divorced his wife many years ago, and his only daughter and her husband moved to New York, finding the metropolis more promising than a small town tucked away in the woods.
Almost all of the locals knew Mr. Griffin by sight and, despite his age, treated him with respect and honor.
The old man hated poachers with all his heart, and so, out of old habit, he would drive around his former property, checking it for snares and other hunting traps.