Colvin Whistler was once a happily married man. He was a reporter for Sports Illustrated’s Hunting section, and his husband Tristan was a high school teacher. One year they took a vacation to Ireland, and toured some old castle ruins. While wandering the ruins, the two got lost and separated from the tour group, and stumbled through a crumbling archway. Through the archway the castle was alive, and built, and populated by little men in red caps. Tristan approached them thinking them some sort of cosplay group or fancy set of tour guides, and was promptly dismembered and turned into their evening stew when many of them pulled out pikes and halberds. Colvin ran into the castle and hid for most of the day, grieving the loss of his husband seething with hate for these alien creatures, these caricatures of men. Colvin eventually used a magic mirror within the castle to return to Ireland….a week before his husband had gone missing. Yet when Colvin asked people about Tristan, it was as if he had never existed. Only Colvin remembered his grisly fate. Colvin had never taken the word of some of the more grizzled US deer hunters he did reports on seriously, that sometimes “little people” interfered with their hunts. But after this life changing experience, Colvin began networking with these old hunters, and found out that the Fae are far more cruel, and more mercurial, and more real then he had ever thought possible. Colvin took on side jobs for these old hands, and started hunting down Fae in the US Rocky Mountains. Colvin eventually moved up to the Rockies himself, using hard saved funds to purchase a cabin and started collecting every piece of Fae Hunting weaponry he could research and obtain (some donated by old veteran deer hunters whom he had helped). Yet for every Fae Colvin has killed up in those lonely Rocky Mountains, 5 more seem to take its place….until a mysterious Contract offers him the power to change all that.