Miss Collins: A Short Story

concern for her and hoped she appreciated how quick he rushed to her aid. The cut she

Regaining my composure, I decided to go investigate the mud hole where the sounds originated. Examining the mud hole area, I find it littered with horse hoof prints, along with standing water, making the identification of any footprints difficult. However, close examination of the area revealed two possible footprints. One possible footprint appeared to be made by something moving across the trail, not down the trail with the other horse

The character Sarah Daniels in Percival Everett’s short story “Wrong Lead” has clouded her mind with her obsession with horses instead of focusing on her marriage with her husband Clark which is falling apart. “she spends all of her time with that damn horse” (Everett 90) says Sarah’s husband to Jake. It's clear

Arthur stood, hitched up his slipping trousers and retied the cord that made do for for a

She felt a chill run down her spine as she had a sense that someone was watching her from afar. Slowly turning to look behind her, she looked out in the distance of the woods by her house. When she felt certain that no one was there she proceeded the rest of the way to her front door.

The sheriff stepped into the room, dipping his head to Kat with an impersonal nod. He crossed the oak floor to stand next to Dallas.

Jake slowed his stride and took a deep breath, easing the sharp burn below his ribcage. The bloodstain and the hole in his shirt reflected the bullet’s damage. It had nicked him good, but he figured he’d still fared better than Duvall. The outlaw required doctoring and he’d probably head to the nearest town. Jake needed to warn the sheriff, but first, his obligation went to the civilian who’d trod into a gunfight he knew nothing about. For that, Jake owed him the decency to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He grimaced at the delay and closed the distance between him and the boy.

She dipped the cloth into the bowl of water and faltered momentarily. The plausible thing to do was clean his wound first, right? Then bath the rest of his body?

drawing closer, and he could feel it. He stopped his mare and went through the saddlebags attached to

Marcel was on his way to the banquet when he saw something that caught his eye. He was trained to look for these things, and as he walked over he saw it was a horse. The horse was brown, shaggy, and peculiarly small. It looked like it she hadn’t eaten for days..

Melinda had to act, she readied her dagger and crept in the shadows until they were halfway through the alley. Moving towards the burly sailor, she sank her dagger into his back. It pierced his heart as she covered his mouth to prevent his scream. Though his buddy and Philip took note.

He began to prepare by setting up a series of traps and sharp objects for the Predator to cut itself on, and a hopeful failsafe. This showed how much trust he had to put in his research and general survival skills in order to bring down a much more powerful and unknown enemy.

she thought to herself. Without thinking of the possible consequences, she called out to the boy, “Why are you afraid?”

Luckily a passing shepherd heard his screeches and called for help. Everyone rushed to the door, but even the strongest warriors couldn’t pry open the door. The boy’s parents grew hopeless. The mother cried out loudly in desperation, as if calling for help.

Without another word, there was a loud crack and Damon lay on the ground clutching the back of his skull, Manson standing over him clutching the dropped rifle, its butt covered with a small layer of blood.