A Jack Reacher short story, published as an now also available in the new Reacher short story collection, No Middle Name.
The tiny town of Naismith has nothing going for it - except the start of a wilderness trail through Maine's ancient forests. But one day the trail is suddenly closed by county police.
No reason is given. Rumours start - is there something in the woods that no one must see? That no one must even know about?
Then Jack Reacher drifts into town. What does he make of the Do Not Enter tape strung between the trees?
Lee Child was born October 29th, 1954 in Coventry, England, but spent his formative years in the nearby city of Birmingham. By coincidence he won a scholarship to the same high school that JRR Tolkien had attended. He went to law school in Sheffield, England, and after part-time work in the theater he joined Granada Television in Manchester for what turned out to be an eighteen-year career as a presentation director during British TV's "golden age." During his tenure his company made Brideshead Revisited, The Jewel in the Crown, Prime Suspect, and Cracker. But he was fired in 1995 at the age of 40 as a result of corporate restructuring. Always a voracious reader, he decided to see an opportunity where others might have seen a crisis and bought six dollars' worth of paper and pencils and sat down to write a book, Killing Floor, the first in the Jack Reacher series.
Killing Floor was an immediate success and launched the series which has grown in sales and impact with every new installment. The first Jack Reacher movie, based on the novel One Shot and starring Tom Cruise and Rosamund Pike, was released in December 2012.
Lee has three homes—an apartment in Manhattan, a country house in the south of France, and whatever airplane cabin he happens to be in while traveling between the two. In the US he drives a supercharged Jaguar, which was built in Jaguar's Browns Lane plant, thirty yards from the hospital in which he was born.
Lee spends his spare time reading, listening to music, and watching the Yankees, Aston Villa, or Marseilles soccer. He is married with a grown-up daughter. He is tall and slim, despite an appalling diet and a refusal to exercise.
When Reacher plays a game he ends up at the Canadian border, only to find himself – through the usual random twists of fate – backtracking through forests alongside a gaggle of effete, naïve "human rights activists". They encounter a grim scene: bodies scattered about, either dropped or pushed out of an airplane.
In his usual nonchalant fashion, Reacher saves the day for these activists, sending them off for tea with a sense of condescending amusement, ensuring they’re safely out of the police patrols' way. He reflects, briefly, on their innocence: how easily they fall for the bait of the system, content with their hollow victories, all the while oblivious to the real BIG THINGS that slip past them unnoticed. He then continues to roam, ever the lone wanderer.