One frigid night, long ago, five friends huddled round the fire Jack Scavenger built. An Indian, a lumberjack, a sharpshooter, and a merchant all sipped tea and told their tales of woe. Only Wild Jack had luck. Next morning, he lay dead. His great-great-granddaughter sits at that very hearth, while the tale becomes a game. Aunt Ruth outlines the rules for five guests who will play. They have come this weekend to repeat the crime and solve it-just for fun, of course. This weekend, for a fee, they will recreate the spooky lengend. One will pretend murder, three will stand accused. no fire burns, this summer night, but Kyle Scavenger must shiver. Murder-real murder-chills the air.