Chapter 10 - Epilogue — The Shadow's EdgeThree weeks later, the headlines in the Bozeman Daily Chronicle and the Seattle Times ran a brief, obscure wire story about a major international smuggling ring dismantled in a coordinated federal raid along the Pacific coast. No names were mentioned. No heroes were interviewed on television.
Back in Paradise Valley, the snow had begun to cap the peaks of the Absaroka range, turning the landscape into a postcard of pristine Montana winter.
The Rusty Spur Diner had reopened under new management, completely remodeled and stripped of its old, corrupt associations.
And at the ranch at the mouth of the valley, the vintage 1978 Ford F-150 sat in the driveway, its engine running with a smooth, powerful purr that could be heard clear across the pasture.
I stood by the driver's side door, wiping a smudge of engine oil from my thumb with a clean rag. The air was cold, crisp, and clean.
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My satellite phone sat on the workbench inside—silent, dark, and secure.
The wolves had learned their lesson. And the ghost of Paradise Valley was finally left in peace.
