Something darker than a moonless night has emerged from the shadows to terrorize the Lands of the Painted Post, and a king and his master must face this threat. "So you want to be a coon hunter?" Nathan asked gruffly. "Y-y-yes, sir, I do " Jason stuttered. Nathan nodded. "Be at my house tomorrow night around sunset. Your parents know where I live. Wear some good boots and a warm coat-Painted Post won't care how cold you get." Thus begins twelve-year-old...