Monday, September 25, 2006
New Beginning 125
Jim finished gutting the doe and dragged her onto the tarp. Even with the snow still patching the ground, the air held the crystal sharpness which made every sound a blade to slice the air. He wrapped his prize in the crackling plastic. He was just looping the rope tight around the doe's legs when the snap of a branch cracked through the woods.
Jim froze, the skin between his shoulders twitching. The one night he was out without French Eddie watching his back, and this happens.
Unfortunately, he heard nothing further after that, making it unlikely to be a wildlife. Also unfortunately, there weren't but a couple of fellows locally who could stalk that well. Neither had Jim's best interests at heart. The one he was worried about, Deputy Bob Darnell, was supposed to be otherwise occupied tonight with Jim's faithless wife, Earlene; and that left Pookie Tuck, the game warden.
So Jim listened with all his might while he slowly reached for the rifle on the ground beside him. If it was Pookie, so be it. If it wasn't, he didn't want a chunk sliced from his ass by a bear wanting an easy meal.
Jim slowly turned to find himself facing a half-circle of staring children.
"You killed Bambi."
He glanced at the doe. "No, no, this isn't . . . it's not even his cousin."
The children moved closer, their faces coldly impassive as they chanted, "Bambi, Bambi, Bambi."
Jim never even got off a shot.
Continuation: Stephen D. Rogers
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