Tate woke up the next morning cold and shivering. The damp cave offered little comfort and only did its job of hiding him. Now, he needs to find a new place. "Those hounds will be here any minute I know it. I'm surprised they haven't been already. If I get hauled back to prison, I'll spend the rest of my life there, no question." He said. The sun warmed him as he ran. He suddenly remembered where he was at. "These are my old stomping grounds." he laughed. "They''ll never find me now, suckers." Just off t...