The 8th Noble
The prairie buzzed with life this morning. Yesterday’s thunderstorm had come and gone and left plenty of pools in its wake. Thunder rumbled in the distance, but the worst of it had already passed along with the rain. There was a fresh crispness to the air and Colette took a deep breath to revel in all the smells and sounds she experienced. Worms seeking air and birds seeking to feed; preferably on the worms.
The morning sun peeked through the scattering clouds to offer its colors to the world and for a moment all was right again. She’d have enough of life’s smaller things that she could forego one or two of the truly horrific ones. Today there would be no injustices, only the open terrain and a good hunt.
And a good hunt wouldn’t be such a thing without good company. She’d signed up with a smaller crew on this one but a crew that she knew to be a good bunch. Perhaps not as rigorous in their field dressing as she was, but that could be excused.
Four people in total, two groups of two. The two beer-knocking elders in one and the juniors in the other. Which was to say, a recreational team and an actual hunting party with Colette’s being the latter.
“Sleep okay last night?” Colette asked and rolled her shoulder where she’d slung her rifle. “Storm got pretty loud when it rolled over.”
Drifter
The morning sun peeked through the scattering clouds to offer its colors to the world and for a moment all was right again. She’d have enough of life’s smaller things that she could forego one or two of the truly horrific ones. Today there would be no injustices, only the open terrain and a good hunt.
And a good hunt wouldn’t be such a thing without good company. She’d signed up with a smaller crew on this one but a crew that she knew to be a good bunch. Perhaps not as rigorous in their field dressing as she was, but that could be excused.
Four people in total, two groups of two. The two beer-knocking elders in one and the juniors in the other. Which was to say, a recreational team and an actual hunting party with Colette’s being the latter.
“Sleep okay last night?” Colette asked and rolled her shoulder where she’d slung her rifle. “Storm got pretty loud when it rolled over.”
Drifter