41. "Sam must have found them in the morning after the fire.

It's lucky they weren’t burnt. It's my guess maybe your grandmother fled back to Portugal where her own parents came from. The White Fleet used to come to Newfoundland and Labrador often in the past you know. She probably talked with your Grandmother about the country and headed out there for a fresh start.”
Back in the hotel Richard was feeling so tired of dealing with psychological evidence.
It was indisputable facts he needed.
On the exhilarating return flight to Wild Bay he decided to go and see the hermit he thought had taken a shot at him. Whilst in St John's he went and bought a hunter’s rifle. A Pennington 862. It felt well-balanced and comfortable against the shoulder. He also bought six cartons of shells and started his preparations.
Richard had previously checked out all popular meeting places in town. People at the Centre and store all told the same story – Luke had left town last night presumably to return with provisions to his cabin. Richard had rough directions and at 0400 hours well before dawn, he took off on foot to track him down.
The first few hours passed quickly because the weather was quite warm and sunny and the going underfoot was good. He covered about 10 miles in that time. He was still following directions. He was using some of the roads driven through the area by the Boultwood paper companies who came to Wild Bay after the LDWC Ltd. departed. When the roads petered out he found tracks cut by the locals for their skidoos. They took him up one ridge, across rocky barrens, over two more ridges to the final descent into Canyon Falls valley.
He saw the smoke slowly rising from about three miles away. He moved downwind. He was out of sight and in amongst the spruce trees within five minutes of coming off the ridge. He thought it unlikely that