The wilds of Alaska, a vast and untamed frontier of breathtaking beauty and razor-thin margins between safety and peril, became the hunting ground for a predator who turned his darkest fantasies into a brutal reality. In the shadow of Mount McKinley, a mountain man named Paul Stavinord harbored horrible, vicious thoughts and sexual fantasies, and on one day in the spring of 1997, he was willing to carry them out, leaving Alaska State Troopers scrambling to hunt down a survivalist before he could strike again.
The rugged wilderness of Chalitna, Alaska, is not a city or a village but a railroad stop, a place with a name on a map. It is a place where the air is clean and the water is pure, a paradise for those who seek isolation. The few who call this untamed wilderness home rely on their own resources, carrying in supplies by four-wheeler or snow machine.
It is hard for people to imagine what life in rural Alaska, a place like Chalitna, is like. Imagine having to get your own food, your own firewood, your own fuel for various machines, your generator. You have to prepare yourself for an extended period of time without contact with humanity.
The winters here are rugged, but the spring thaw exposes a picture-perfect paradise. However, for Don Tidwell, the spring of 1997 was anything but perfect. Just after Memorial Day, he gets an alarming phone call.
His sister Debbie, who spent the long weekend at her cabin in Chalitna, didn’t show up for work. That was unlike for her because she had a radio phone she could have called. This was like 9:00 in the morning.
So for her not to show up or call, something was wrong. Dawn knew Debbie and her husband had planned a weekend getaway, and he couldn’t shake the thought that the remote wilderness may have proven too mighty a match, even for a Vietnam veteran like his brother-in-law. His main thought was they had a bad bear encounter.
That was the only thing that he could think of.
Desperate for answers, Don contacts his brother-in-law, Rick’s boss, only to learn he too is absent from work that day. I just had this black cloud over me, this eerie feeling, and I couldn’t explain it. It was a feeling up your backbone that there is no explanation for it.
I was worried to death. Rick Bering, a 48-year-old electrician, headed to the cabin on Thursday. His 40-year-old wife, Debbie, a customer service representative for a utility company, drove up from their home in Big Lake to meet him the following day.
They lived there and loved there because it was a lifestyle where they wouldn’t be interrupted by a telephone, where there was no television. They put all their stuff together and go out to Chalitna on the weekend, and it just became a real part of their family culture. That was going to be their retirement home.
They planned to move there and live there for most of the year. They lived a lot of the frontier lifestyle, ate moose meat, salmon. Deborah liked growing a nice garden.
In 1983, friends introduced Debbie to Rick. The lifelong bachelor fell hard for the red-haired beauty. Debbie was equally as smitten.
They had that kind of energy between the two of them a lot. You could just kind of feel it, and it was palpable and touchable. You could almost pour it into a measuring glass and measure and look at it.
Wonderful to be around. You kind of wanted some of that. Hours after learning his sister didn’t show up for work, Don Tidwell arrives at the cabin in Chalitna and finds things seemingly out of sorts.
Their cabin was just like somebody had walked out. There was a beer on the table, cheese and crackers laid out like he had just walked out. They were good housekeepers.
He wouldn’t leave a beer on the table and cheese and crackers out and then just never come back. Dawn also notes that the couple’s two dogs appear agitated and uneasy. They had been in the cabin so long that they had defecated on the floor.
These dogs were very well raised. There is no way that they would have done this on the floor of the cabin unless they were trapped in there for hours on end.
Knowing it is too soon to file a missing person’s report, Dawn searches for clues and waits anxiously. The following morning, there is still no word. I was at my wit’s end, looking around and there is just no explanation for why or where Rick and Deb is.
As dawn breaks, Dawn decides to conduct his own search. He scours the area around the cabin but comes up empty. He then decides to look down by the creek where Rick and Debbie like to fish.
He is startled by the sight of Rick’s four-wheeler in the water. I called the troopers. I said, I know that you are supposed to wait 48 hours, but I believe something has happened longer than 48 hours because their four-wheelers are in the creek.
Alaska State Troopers immediately launch their own investigation, combing a two-mile radius around the couple’s cabin. Within hours, they make an unsettling find. The body of Rick Berry.
By the time I met him down there, they had Rick in a body bag. My main thought was they had a bad bear encounter because it was springtime, and they are all starting to come out of their dens.
Troopers quickly surmised that Rick had met with something far more sinister than mother nature. When you look at the case facts as the troopers first found them, this man’s four-wheeler is in the water and a single gunshot wound to the head. Things indicative of murder.
It looks like Rick was shot at point blank range and never saw it coming. Even more troubling, Debbie and her red four-wheeler are nowhere to be found. It appeared he had been murdered and the wife was missing.
Was she a victim or was this a lover’s spat? Did she 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 her husband and then flee and take off after that happened? It takes a different perspective at that time.
Now we are looking at the follow play aspect of it and where do we go from there. The world is open to you at that point in time. In the remote Alaskan wilderness some 200 miles from civilization, a chilling discovery leaves state troopers grasping for answers.
The body of Rick Berry is found in a creek just two miles from his backwoods cabin. He has been shot execution style. I just could not believe that he could be dead.
I was supposed to die before him. That was not okay.
To make matters worse, there is no sign of Rick’s wife, Debbie, or her red four-wheeler. The odd scenario paints her as a likely suspect in the eyes of police. Had she and Rick had a lover’s spat?
Might she have left Chalitna to cool off? Or was it something more sinister? Might Debbie have killed her husband in order to be with someone else?
We keep narrowing that focus down in terms of where that investigation would lead. We still have a missing person. No indication that there are any problems between Rick and Deborah, but you do not rule anything out at that point in time either.
There were all of these interesting pieces of information. I mean, there was a cabazillion maybe. But the couple’s family insists Debbie would have never caused her husband harm.
I knew something had to happen to Deb. Rick was Deb’s savior, and I knew somebody had to 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 him, and I was sure that he was probably trying to protect Deb. So I was worried to death about my sister.
Police are met with as many questions as family members. Rick had been gunned down along the only path in and out of Chalitna. Might someone have stalked him?
Had he been the only target? Or had Debbie met the same fate?
Desperate to find Debbie alive, police set up a dragnet and first question electrical workers who had been installing cable along the railroad tracks near the creek where Rick’s body was found. They tell troopers they noticed Rick’s four-wheeler in the creek on both Saturday and Sunday, but that it had been pulled out to dry land when they passed by again on Tuesday. The workers also say they heard gunshots being fired from a nearby campsite.
They recall the encampment being marked by a disturbing makeshift flag. A pair of women’s underwear. Certainly somebody who is in the area shooting off a 22 and hanging women’s underwear in the trees becomes somebody that you are looking for when there is a woman missing and you believe foul play.
Days later, authorities get a lucky break when the mystery camper comes forward. 21-year-old Gavin Seaha tells police he became lost and was heading towards some smoke from a cabin when he got tired and pitched camp. He slept just yards from Rick’s corpse but claims he never noticed the body.
His goal was not to camp there at that creek. His goal was a good fishing river some four or five more miles further down the tracks. But he gave up and stopped right there near that creek to pitch his little camp on a little spot of ground.
Unbeknownst to him that he is camped right at a murder scene. This kid came along and camped right there and even put up a flag to let everybody know that he was there.
He tells police he found some of Rick’s belongings. He found the submerged four-wheeler belonging to Rick in the creek and went down and salvaged some soft drinks, I believe, and maybe something else out of the saddle bags that were on the four-wheeler. Seaha claims he helped himself to a soda and a piece of gum.
When pressed further, he is embarrassed to admit he hung a pair of his girlfriend’s panties at the campsite. He was somewhat ashamed, but he did acknowledge that it was him that did it as a practical joke. Now, he presented a number of interesting circumstances.
Certainly, he picked the wrong place to pitch his camp at the wrong time. But troopers find no evidence to suggest Seaha was involved in Rick’s death or Debbie’s disappearance. At a loss for leads, authorities decide to take a closer look into Rick and Debbie’s past.
They learned that Debbie had sought refuge in Alaska after a bitter divorce. Meeting Rick gave her a new start. He wanted someone who could cook a good meal and be with him and keep him company and read together in the evening.
It was not easy to find somebody like that or he found it very difficult. Of course, a lot of it had to do with where he was looking. But anyway, they just found each other.
I think it was one of those God things that she wound up in that same area that he was.
The two did not date long before Rick’s renegade nature put their romance to the test. You just cannot fight the IRS and United States government, but he seemed to think he could. It was not that he was unwilling to pay his income tax.
He did pay income tax, but he was unwilling to pay anything more than what the tax code said he was supposed to do. So that is what he went to jail for. He ended up doing 10 or 11 months in jail because he disagreed with the IRS.
He was very stubborn in that aspect. But Debbie weathered the storm and the two eventually wed. She would go up and visit him every other weekend.
I guess that proved to Rick that this little girl, she is a keeper. Rick’s run-in with the law raises suspicions. Police question whether Rick may have had a beef with an old cellmate.
Maybe someone had promised to get even with him on the outside. As authorities scramble to track the killer, searchers continue to comb the rugged terrain for any sign of Debbie. The troopers did a heck of a job.
They had, oh shoot, I think like 7 to 12 troopers in there on four-wheelers. We were just scouring the countryside and trying to think of where Deb could possibly be. Even to this day, helicopters bring back memories because they used a helicopter a lot up there looking for any possible cabin that they might have been at.
But they come up empty and family members become increasingly concerned.
I was worried to death about my sister. I did not sleep, did not eat. I even thought of trying to get a psychic involved in possibly helping because we had traveled all over looking for her back there and we could not locate her nowhere back in the Chalitna River area.
I know she would never leave Rick. So I was just tearing my head apart. The thing that worried me about not finding Debbie is that either she was being tortured somewhere or that she was tied up and being hurt.
Police are also at a loss. They have no idea whether Debbie left of her own accord or had been abducted or if she had witnessed Rick’s murder and been attacked by a bear on her way for help. Seven days after discovering Rick Berry’s body, investigators scoured the thick underbrush along the creek and learned firsthand what really became of Debbie.
The officer noticed something that was out of the ordinary. As they investigated further, that is when they found her body. Her body is buried beneath grass and tree limbs.
Her clothes were partially removed. She was lying on her pants and her panties. There was some semen at the scene.
An autopsy reveals even more disturbing details. Not only was semen present, but there were a number of contusions, abrasions, and other findings that are not indicative of consensual 𝒔𝒆𝒙. So she was shot to death similar or identical to her husband.
There is enough evidence to suggest the killer may have had 𝒔𝒆𝒙 with Debbie’s corpse. Authorities are shaken by the sadistic nature of the crime. With no suspects or motive, they are plagued by a single terrorizing thought.
What if the crazed killer vanished into the vast wilderness of Alaska?
Alaska State Troopers discover the bodies of Rick Berry and his wife Debbie in the remote Alaskan wilderness. Both have been shot execution style. People were very frightened.
Somebody was still out there who killed two people in cold blood and no one knew where they were. Panic grips the tiny town of Chalitna. Neighbors fear a predator is lurking among them.
But who could it be? And when might he strike again? It just seemed like somebody who was very angry.
That was the fear. Was it a neighbor who they knew very well who was still in their cabin acting like nothing happened, still in the vicinity? Was it a mystery person who was just a mountain man who is still living in the wilderness and homeless out there?
Was it a stranger who just came through and left town and is already on their way? That was the fear. The fear of the unknown.
Rick Berry had been found executed in a creek. A week later, the body of his wife Debbie was discovered downstream. She had been buried among limbs and debris and brutally victimized.
It was tragic enough what happened to my brother, but I do not think he suffered. He had a shot to his head and the lights were out. But I think Debbie suffered.
It is amazingly not okay. That is like pulling the wings off a fly, watching it squirm till it cannot squirm anymore and just let it die.
Police know the killer is as dark as they are desperate. In every case like this where there is a murderer at large, law enforcement wants to find this person as quickly as possible. They have killed two people.
They could easily 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 more. Troopers consider the 21-year-old camper who slept near Rick’s corpse might have something to hide, but he is easily ruled out after his DNA fails to match that found on Debbie’s body. Police question Rick and Debbie’s neighbors and come up with a lead.
The neighbors say the couple got along with everyone except Paul Stavinord, a 46-year-old mountain man who lived about a mile away. He did not live like the rest of us. He lived in the shadows.
Not in city shadows, but he lived in the wilderness. He would while away his days out there in that cabin. Neighbors claimed Stavinord had stolen fuel from Rick and Debbie’s cabin, and that Rick further suspected Stavinord had taken a snow machine and a 22 rifle.
There had been some bad blood. There was that belief apparently that Paul Stavinord was taking their property and I think he had confronted him over that in the past. Neighbors reveal that Rick once sold Stavinord a cellular antenna.
During the transaction, Stavinord took a cable that was not part of the deal. When Stavinord learned that Rick wanted 50 dollars for the cable, he returned it cut to pieces. Certainly at this point and after all the troopers at our meeting told me, Paul Stavinord is definitely a suspect.
Stavinord, in my opinion, was the prime suspect.
Debbie’s brother, Dawn, offers further credence to the neighbor’s claims. He tells troopers about a chilling encounter with Stavinord the night he arrived in Chalitna and questioned Stavinord about Debbie’s disappearance. I cannot explain the feeling, but it was like walking through a pit of rattlesnakes, this chill going up and down my spine when I backed out of there.
When I went back to the cabin, I crawled all the way in the back into the top of the cabin and was in a dark spot. I did not sleep on the bed. I just curled up in the back in case anybody walked in that they would not see me.
And I slept with my pistol right by my side. Police delve deeper into Stavinord’s background and find he has been on the wrong side of the law before. At age 20, Stavinord pulled off the biggest bank heist in Alaska history.
He and two other young friends of his had robbed the bank and then they had escaped into the mountains. But the trio had not calculated the weight of their loot. They were forced to stash the cash in the woods in order to stay on the run.
They were out there for a while. It was tough to track them. Two days later, Stavinord walked out of the brush and into the arms of police.
His cronies were also captured and the money recovered. After a three-year prison stint, Stavinord reportedly became a different man. He married, got a job with the railroad, and started a family.
15 years later, the marriage fell apart, and he came unhinged. He began dressing like an old-time trapper and buried himself in crafts, carving small arctic animals and flutes out of wood to sell at local shops.
He was an accomplished flutist. So we saw that part of Paul Stavinord, but we also would see him out at the vents dressed up as a mountain man with his black powder musket. So we did see some interesting paradox about who Paul Stavinord was.
So he had that kind of chameleon personality and he could be very charming. Very charming. But he also had this kind of stormy menacing feel about him.
So you really could not read him well. It was a little bit like looking at Dr. Jekyll and Mr.
Hyde. The isolation seemed to swallow him whole. Had Paul Stavinord become a wild man in a wild place?
Was it possible the mild-mannered musician had become an ice cold killer? Alaska State Troopers are anxious to determine if bank robber turned backwoodsman Paul Stavinord may have embraced the isolation of Alaska to the extreme. Is it possible such seclusion made him snap?
We were all kind of wondering at the time who could do this. What type of person could ambush a couple on Memorial Day weekend? What kind of person could do this?
Brutally 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 a couple and rape a woman after she was shot. When questioned about the murders, Stavinord claims he was not anywhere close to Chalitna at the time. He said he went to Fairbanks for Memorial Day weekend.
He stopped at a grocery store. He stopped to have lunch. But police remember that the man who camped near Rick’s corpse said he saw smoke coming from a nearby cabin Memorial Day weekend.
Stavinord’s cabin is the only one in the area.
Troopers find that is not the only discrepancy in Stavinord’s story. He said he was in here last week that he had steak for lunch. We do not serve steak for lunch.
There were a number of places up and down the highway where he said he had either gotten gas and some snacks or had actually stopped and had dinner. Places he was at in Fairbanks. You check your receipts to verify that, please.
Sure. None of these things checked out. We could not verify anything.
Stavinord did not have receipts to prove these purchases. None of it checked out. A court order forces Stavinord to allow police to take a DNA sample.
The crime lab determines Stavinord’s DNA matches the semen found on Debbie’s body. He is charged with two counts of first-degree murder and one count each of rape and theft. Troopers immediately issue a warrant for his arrest.
We thought we would go back up there and maybe try and talk to him one more time, but went to his cabin, not there. Clearly, he had run out. Authorities search Stavinord’s cabin for clues and uncover something of interest.
Never seen a criminal suspect leave this sort of stuff behind. Listen to this. They were notes about my conversations with Stavinord.
And then basically his narrative, a story, a script if you will. This sounds exactly like what he told me. If you are going to lie, you better write it down and repeat it over and over and over until just like any good actor, you have got it down pretty good and it becomes you.
It becomes his story, his truth. Very damaging evidence.
Troopers also find a journal in which Stavinord describes his lifestyle. I am an artist and musician, he writes. I build flutes, drums, rattles, and other musical instruments.
I do not have a watch. I do not have credit cards. I do not have a checking account.
All of this is my choice. But most unsettling are his writings about Rick Berry and his wife. He describes Rick as liking to stir things up and says Debbie bowed down to her husband.
According to Stavinord’s written account, he went out for a walk the Friday before Memorial Day weekend and met Debbie by the creek. He describes a romantic rendezvous in which he played his flute for her. He talked himself so much into thinking that he had a relationship with Debbie or that she could have one with him or that he had some kind of mystical powers over women and that there was some kind of real response going on there that he actually thought that was true and then he wrote it down and recorded it.
I think that he wanted a relationship with my sister and if he said it enough times and did enough things it would make things so. You could tell this guy is not dealing with a full deck whatsoever. He also says Debbie called her husband at 7:30 that night.
In his journal, he said that she in fact called her husband at the cabin at a certain time and there were no records that she actually called anybody during that time. Desperate to bring Stavinord to justice, authorities launch an intensive manhunt. His face was out there all across the country looking for this guy who we had no idea if he was still in Alaska in the wilderness or already made it across the border.
It was a major case up here. People were concerned. He could have been in the wilderness right in their backyard.
He was a survivor. He can make it.
Meanwhile, Debbie’s brother, Dawn, hopes to capture the elusive mountain man himself and camps out at Stavinord’s cabin just in case he returns. He came back to the cabin. We was going to get right down to the truth of what did happen.
If I could have got him in my sight, I would have shot him in a New York second. But Stavinord never comes back. Railroad workers report seeing Stavinord walking along the tracks on the day authorities obtained his DNA.
They tell police he had shaved his beard and mustache. A security guard working the same area says he saw Stavinord crash a red four-wheeler and take off running into the woods that same day. We thought he probably had gone into the woods and stayed there.
He had the skills to do that. He had the background to do that. He had a propensity to do that kind of thing.
Troopers locate Debbie’s four-wheeler but find no sign of Stavinord. Meanwhile, his family maintains his innocence and hires an attorney. A public appeal is issued for Stavinord to turn himself in, but the plea goes unanswered and the manhunt continues.
As weeks pass with no sighting of Stavinord, troopers are forced to come face to face with their worst fear. He has already snapped. He has already done two murders.
It is very important that we find him and find him fast, but not easily done in wilderness Alaska. Authorities scour the woods near Chalitna, but Paul Stavinord has seemingly vanished. One more among the missing in Alaska.
It is like looking for a needle in a haystack, quite literally. For a guy like Stavinord who really knew Alaska and knew how to live in remote Alaska, there are a lot of places to hide.
Nearly four weeks after the brutal slayings of Rick Berry and his wife Debbie, suspected murderer Paul Stavinord seemingly walked into the Alaskan backwoods, never to be seen again. The posters were out there. The Canadian authorities had been notified.
So we were hoping he would be caught in that net, but no, we did not know. We did not know how far away he was or if he would be caught. Troopers in there, they were looking for him.
They were armed and they were serious about finding him and they considered him dangerous from what his past consisted of. If he was out there, one of them troopers are looking for him and if he went to pull a weapon or something, I am sure they were told to shoot on sight. As State Troopers conduct an intense manhunt, people in the remote village of Chalitna arm themselves against the dangerous fugitive.
He clearly had some skills that would prolong this whole search that was going on here. When people become desperate like that, in order to keep their freedom, they may resort to more violence. They may resort to more criminal activity.
Surprisingly, Stavinord opts for a more peaceful end. Giving myself up. After four weeks on the run, he calls the attorney his family hired and says he is ready to turn himself in.
I know there were some people who he himself, I think, said that if he had not turned himself in, we never would have found him. That can happen occasionally. The attorney convinces Stavinord to meet her at a local park to arrange how and when he would turn himself over to authorities.
She later speaks to the media but will not reveal how Stavinord managed to avoid such a widescale manhunt, only that troopers would likely never have found him.
In April 1998, Paul Stavinord stands trial for double homicide and rape. He acknowledges killing Rick Berry but argues it was an act of self-defense. He claims Rick caught him and Debbie in each other’s arms.
According to Stavinord, what happened was he and Deborah were at the creek. They were having a sexual encounter at the time when Rick pulled up with his four-wheeler and caught them in the act. His statement was when Mr.
Berry saw what was happening that he was having sexual relations with his wife, Mr. Berry said, I am going to blow your head off. Pulls out his weapon and he starts shooting.
At which point in time, Mr. Stavinord had no choice but to pull out his weapon and shot Mr. Berry.
He was shooting at me and I believed that I was going to be killed. After the confrontation, Stavinord says he saw Debbie lying on the ground with a bullet through her head. According to the defense, Rick Berry killed his own wife in a moment of inexplicable rage.
They further argue that Stavinord panicked. He had said that at the time he knew no one would believe him. With his criminal past, no one would believe that it was accidental and self-defense.
He carried Debbie’s body to a grassy spot down the creek and covered it with branches. By then, Rick’s body had floated into a deep pool where Stavinord left it. In a strange twist, on the last day of testimony, Stavinord asked to play a song on one of his handcarved flutes.
He decided to play his flute because his attorney said he could express himself much better through his music. It was a song that he said that he played for Deborah right before Rick found them.
He thought he was going to be like a snake charmer to the jury. Once they heard his melodies, that would be it. How can you convict somebody who can make such beautiful music?
I guess how could Debbie do anything other than have relations with this band after he played his flute? But the judge does not allow the jury to hear Stavinord’s song. In the end, they do not buy his story either.
Nor do the victim’s relatives. He lied so much, you did not know what to believe or what not to believe. If he told me the sun was shining, I would go to the window and look.
Debbie did not like Mr. Stavinord, so she was not going to stop and listen to anything he was going to do, say, or play. She would have been more likely to copulate with an alligator than that man.
Prosecutors contend it is more likely that Rick Berry arrived in Chalitna that weekend to find more of his belongings missing, then confronted Stavinord. Hours later, Stavinord set out to get even. Knowing Rick would head to the pass to meet Debbie when she drove in, Stavinord ambushed them.
He had actually laid in wait at the troll end of the bridge waiting for them to come over and took them out. Dav and George seen Rick going in to get Deb. St.
George waited on the opposite side with a 22 rifle because Rick said I am going to break your neck if you do not quit stealing my gas. When he was coming back in, that is when he shot Rick off his four-wheeler and shot dead. If he did not 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 Rick, Rick would have died trying to get to him to take him out.
Deborah would have fought tooth and nail to save Rick too.
Paul Stavinord is convicted of two counts of murder. Stavinord can be described as a cold-blooded killer, but his friends and family saw him in a different way. That is what is so ironic.
They saw him as this peaceful, spiritual man, but when the verdict was returned, it was very clear that there was a very different side to Paul Stavinord. He is sentenced to 198 years in prison. The judge notes the steep sentence stems from the fact Stavinord never expressed any regret.
My first thought was 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁 the sob. To this day, I really believe in an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. As far as I am concerned, he is breathing my good air and taking up too much space.
This was a senseless murder of what appeared to be two really good people for what appears to be no reason at all that anybody could tell other than bad blood. No matter what the words were, they certainly did not justify the death of these two people. Patricia Jalon is haunted by the eerie feeling she had about Stavinord from the moment she first met him at Rick and Debbie’s cabin.
He could hardly take his eyes off Debbie. It was an uncomfortable feeling when you feel like somebody is openly and in public undressing you. That is not a comfortable feeling for a woman.
It was not me he was doing that to. I did not like that feeling. So I think she was in trouble for a long time.
Patricia was so disturbed by Stavinord. She felt compelled to warn her brother and his wife. I said, I do not know what is going on with that man, but he is not a healthy person for you to have.
You should not have him in your house. He should not know how to get in your house. You should not have Debbie out there fishing by herself.
Because if he can walk in here on a moment’s notice, I bet you anything he knows where she is fishing and what she does.
Today, the man who fancied himself a backwoodsman communing with nature is now living out his life in a concrete cell. He has no chance of parole. Stavinord was living the dream, the dream that he wanted to live.
He was in the middle of nowhere. He had a beautiful cabin. He had everything that he needed.
And apparently he also decided that other people had more than he had. He will never do this to nobody again unless he breaks out of prison. If he does, I hope he comes visits me.
