Fairfield
01-19-08, 02:13 PM
" Bang. Gotcha'. "
Drag lowered his rifle as he gazed beyond the trees into the clearing ahead. There stood a young doe taking a drink from the small pond at the center of the clearing. She was gorgeous. Her soft, brown fur gleamed in the setting sun. The white patch on her belly stretched all the way to the tip of her tail.
Whatta' ya know. Whitetail. Thought this was blacktail territory.
She hadn't noticed him yet, and if Mary-Lou wasn't on the fritz he'd be eatin' himself some tasty venison tonight. Unfortunately for the hunter, his desire for a meal of fresh meat would go unheeded tonight. He let out a sigh of disappointment.
" Looks like it's beef jerky again. "
Drag felt the thunder in his stomach as he reached into his coat. He removed a piece of dried meat and brought it to his nose, sniffing it once or twice before sinking his teeth into it. It was spicy, but not exotically, it just tasted like pepper. The meat was tough and chewing it was a bit of a chore.
After a good thirty seconds of non-stop chewing, Drag swallowed and felt the meat slowly crawl it's way down his throat. Apparently he hadn't chewed it enough, cause it sure as hell hurt goin' down.
" Good lord. I think I just swallowed a handful a' splinters. "
Drag forced out his tongue in disapproval and rose to his feet. As the gunman stood, his foot rested on a twig, which eventually snapped underneath his mud spattered boots. The distant doe's head jerked to the left. She stared blankly at Drag. He could see the fear in her eye. But she had nothing to be scared of. Without his rifle he was about useless as a hunter.
He took a step in her direction and without a moment's hesitation she was off, bounding in between trees and over logs. Within seconds she was gone. Her speed and grace were feats that Drag envied. Another creature he often encountered with such speed and grace, was the vampire. For all their faults, Drag could not help but admire the way they carried themselves. They all but shamed their clumsy, human prey, or predator in his case.
Drag looked down at the rifle he clenched in his right hand. He held it up to his eye level and examined it carefully. As far as he could tell, the lever was overly rusted, which prevented it from moving, which in turn prevented him from ejecting cartridges. On top of that, the damned barrel was bent. Even if he could manage to force the lever and eject the used cartridges that had been in there for almost a month now, there was no way he could fire a new round. Drag grumbled with remorse as he gazed upon his worn firearm.
" Oh Mary-Lou, it's been tough love between us. But don't worry 'bout nothin' sweety. Daddy's gonna getcha' all fixed up once we get into town. "
Drag rested his rifle on his shoulder and began marching in the direction of billowing smoke. Smoke either meant forest fire, or civilization and based on the fact that Drag and everything around him was currently not engulfed in flames, he assumed the ladder.
Drag lowered his rifle as he gazed beyond the trees into the clearing ahead. There stood a young doe taking a drink from the small pond at the center of the clearing. She was gorgeous. Her soft, brown fur gleamed in the setting sun. The white patch on her belly stretched all the way to the tip of her tail.
Whatta' ya know. Whitetail. Thought this was blacktail territory.
She hadn't noticed him yet, and if Mary-Lou wasn't on the fritz he'd be eatin' himself some tasty venison tonight. Unfortunately for the hunter, his desire for a meal of fresh meat would go unheeded tonight. He let out a sigh of disappointment.
" Looks like it's beef jerky again. "
Drag felt the thunder in his stomach as he reached into his coat. He removed a piece of dried meat and brought it to his nose, sniffing it once or twice before sinking his teeth into it. It was spicy, but not exotically, it just tasted like pepper. The meat was tough and chewing it was a bit of a chore.
After a good thirty seconds of non-stop chewing, Drag swallowed and felt the meat slowly crawl it's way down his throat. Apparently he hadn't chewed it enough, cause it sure as hell hurt goin' down.
" Good lord. I think I just swallowed a handful a' splinters. "
Drag forced out his tongue in disapproval and rose to his feet. As the gunman stood, his foot rested on a twig, which eventually snapped underneath his mud spattered boots. The distant doe's head jerked to the left. She stared blankly at Drag. He could see the fear in her eye. But she had nothing to be scared of. Without his rifle he was about useless as a hunter.
He took a step in her direction and without a moment's hesitation she was off, bounding in between trees and over logs. Within seconds she was gone. Her speed and grace were feats that Drag envied. Another creature he often encountered with such speed and grace, was the vampire. For all their faults, Drag could not help but admire the way they carried themselves. They all but shamed their clumsy, human prey, or predator in his case.
Drag looked down at the rifle he clenched in his right hand. He held it up to his eye level and examined it carefully. As far as he could tell, the lever was overly rusted, which prevented it from moving, which in turn prevented him from ejecting cartridges. On top of that, the damned barrel was bent. Even if he could manage to force the lever and eject the used cartridges that had been in there for almost a month now, there was no way he could fire a new round. Drag grumbled with remorse as he gazed upon his worn firearm.
" Oh Mary-Lou, it's been tough love between us. But don't worry 'bout nothin' sweety. Daddy's gonna getcha' all fixed up once we get into town. "
Drag rested his rifle on his shoulder and began marching in the direction of billowing smoke. Smoke either meant forest fire, or civilization and based on the fact that Drag and everything around him was currently not engulfed in flames, he assumed the ladder.