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The story so far:
The Final Hunt
Anne and Gladys waved as the men left for their hunt. When they were out of sight, they both laughed knowing full well that none would have the heart to really shoot anything. They liked a boy’s day out as much as they liked a girl’s day in.
“So,” Fred said as they passed the gate into his family’s hunting grounds. “What do you think the girls are up to today?”
Alec laughed. “Talking about us, what else.”
Sam nodded. “Yep.”
As they walked through the fields into the tree line, the dogs’ ears’ picked up. Boy whimpered and cowered close to Fred’s legs Toby’s fur stood on edge as he stared into the woods and growled.
“Easy there,” Alec said, trying to calm him.
Sam kneeled and unzipped his gun as quietly as possible. Suddenly, both dogs were on alert as a …
small, bespectacled man stepped through the bushes. The dogs were going berserk by now straining at their leashes. It was clear the dogs sensed a danger the men did not see.
The man walking towards them was squinting as he approached as he had the sun in his eyes.
“Good afternoon,” he said as he drew near, “your dogs won’t bite will they? I do have a fear of them.”
Sam stood with his gun in his hands unsure of what he was seeing and hearing. The place they were in was a piece of rugged bushland, no one lived there because it was the family’s hunting grounds and it was considered unsafe to even camp on the land for any reason at all.
Fred was trying his best to hold onto his dog, and Alec held firm on Toby’s collar. Once the small man came within a few feet of the hunting party, they could see…
he was holding something in a plastic bag.
Fred lost his grip and Boy lunged at the man who dropped the bag on the ground and threw his arms up to protect his face.
Fred was afraid they would have to shoot the dog but Boy wasn’t interested in the man at all, just the bag, which he snatched up and obediently brought back to his master.
The little man was shaking with fear as Sam reached out his hand to help him up.
‘You realise you’re trespassing don’t you?’ he said.
The man straightened his glasses and collected himself.
‘I’m sorry about that, but we’d received a report………..’
‘We? Who is we? and what are you doing here? You could have been shot!’
Fred had taken the bag out of Boy’s mouth and stared at the contents in disbelief.
‘Guys? I think you need to look at this…………………….’
To be continued, hopefully by Sadje over at Keep it Alive