Four secret crossdressers looking for a quiet week in the North Woods face alien phenomena.

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I never really wanted to go hunting anyway, I decided as I eased the big SUV over Perdition Ridge. Doc Abrough in the shotgun seat and I just sat there looking for a moment as I idled the too powerful engine. But then, hunting wasn't the purpose of these trips.

Despite the camping and hunting gear loaded in behind the four seats, the real reason for this particular excursion lay in the lightweight luggage strapped to the roof of the vehicle. I glanced up then looked down again at the scenery.

Below us, Lost Frenchman Valley spread out, six miles wide and two miles across. At the lower end, furthest from us, the little river piled up against some rocks and made Cameo Lake. No one could have called the pretty little lake anything else....