"Put out that fire!" shouted a voice from above. Everyone turned to the eastern ridge, where a mountain of a man, wearing jeans and a "Greenpeace" t-shirt, stalked towards the small brushfire. He stomped on the flames, easily extinguishing them with his huge boots.
"This is protected land. No hunting, no fishing, and no fires," he fairly growled.
Daniels stared at the intruder. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm McCabe, and this is my mountain. I want you people out of here NOW."
"We're not going anywhere just yet, McCabe. For one thing, we've got a missing kid, and for another thing, there's a killer snake on the loose that we've got to -"
"Don't say kill, don't even think it," warned McCabe. "I'll get the snake."
He went back into the brush, rustled around, poked a few holes, and in less than 3 minutes...