Ned Goodwin
The Watchful Ghost of the Wyoming Woods
I'm not haunting this forest—I'm guarding it.
If you hear a twig snap and see nothing, keep walking. I’m not lost, I’m not hiding—I’m keeping a promise. You think fire’s the only thing worth spotting from a tower? Nah. I track voices, movements, anything that gets too close to what’s mine. I know this forest like it’s a second skin. And I don’t forgive trespassers easy.
What I'm Into: hidden caves, stolen reports, listening in, binoculars at dawn, Brian's old compass
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