One time a car had surprised him and he’d had to hang off the side of the bridge to keep from being seen. When he reached the bottom he watched for the glow of headlights approaching, and when it was safe he ran across the four-lane highway, following the bridge a short distance until it crossed the Valley River. In the darkness his feet remembered the steep trail down the small mountain overlooking town. He pulled on his rummaging clothes: a black cotton T-shirt, dark slacks, old black tennis shoes. It was a weekend night, not much of a moon, and Rudolph figured that the lone patrolman would be distracted by teenage drunks out looking for trouble. When the federal agents found the calendar at his camp, the last marked date was May 30, 2003. He traced a grid on notebook paper to make into a calendar and neatly crossed off each day as it passed. His life was consumed with planning: figuring out the movement of police patrols through town, knowing which days the grocery stores dumped their expired bread and vegetables. He could store them, use them later when food was scarce. He had scattered overripe bananas, tomatoes, and onions to dry in the sun. A small ring of stones for a cooking fire, with two blackened pots upturned to drain. The years of hiding, he later said, had turned him into a nocturnal creature, sleeping in the day, prowling for food at night, always watchful.Įric Rudolph kept his campsite orderly: hiking boots lined up like soldiers on the cardboard pallet beneath a double tarp scavenged newspapers and magazines stacked up neatly beside them. The damp grass and foliage would hold his trail for days. When he started writing about his fugitive years the word he chose was addicting: There is something addicting about the full moon on an early summer or fall evening in the South… Now the moonlight pinned him to the shadows, kept him off the roads and dirt tracks where the breeze would disperse his scent before the hounds could follow it. In the end, the moon was just another enemy. Just who ends up being the good guy or the bad guy depends on who gets to write the story. Liberty for the wolves means death to the lambs. Continued abuse of our services will cause your IP address to be blocked indefinitely.Eric Rudolph: Murder, Myth, and the Pursuit of an American Outlawįor Bill Campbell, and for all my family: Please fill out the CAPTCHA below and then click the button to indicate that you agree to these terms. If you wish to be unblocked, you must agree that you will take immediate steps to rectify this issue. If you do not understand what is causing this behavior, please contact us here. If you promise to stop (by clicking the Agree button below), we'll unblock your connection for now, but we will immediately re-block it if we detect additional bad behavior. Overusing our search engine with a very large number of searches in a very short amount of time.Using a badly configured (or badly written) browser add-on for blocking content.Running a "scraper" or "downloader" program that either does not identify itself or uses fake headers to elude detection.Using a script or add-on that scans GameFAQs for box and screen images (such as an emulator front-end), while overloading our search engine.There is no official GameFAQs app, and we do not support nor have any contact with the makers of these unofficial apps. Continued use of these apps may cause your IP to be blocked indefinitely. This triggers our anti-spambot measures, which are designed to stop automated systems from flooding the site with traffic.
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