“Could be the full moon has cast a spell on me like Granny Day said, Aaron mused as he caught sight of the bright yellow orb climbing higher above the treetops. . .Then he smiled to himself, for he knew his mood had nothing to do with the charms of the full moon and everything…

“Aaron had often heard men talk of the white buck, heard them swear it was bad luck to shoot it. He had heard them say there had been generations of white deer around Prosperity Creek, and the Indians thought they carried magical powers. Some of the Indians had claimed if you dared to kill a…