Sears IslandChapter 16 revenge killing and firearms lessons
The ground was frozen solid. There was some snow on the ground. The chickens were laying, the calves were thriving, the deer weren't getting skinny and the dogs seemed happy. That was until I got a call from Mark over the radio. "Howard? You'd better come out here. I found something." "Where are you?" "The north-east most feed patch. Howard, bring a rifle." Aww, shit. I geared up, got my .22 magnum rifle and a pocket full of ammo, a foam sleeping pad and an eight by eight foot...