Quarry
Cline Jr., C. Terry The girl's terror was mesmerizing, the menace of the assailant unmistakable. He showed the camera the blade, light reflecting off the serrated edge. Suddenly, the blade slashed, blood flew …" It was a movie-but not make-believe. The horror was real, and the spectators knew without a shadow of doubt that their idyllic Colorado mountain resort of Gatlin Pass was both the hunting ground and the hiding place for a ring of snuff filmmakers who prey...