Trevor tugged the zipper on his coat all the way up to keep the wind off his neck and squinted as the cows neared the barn. His father rode behind them on his ATV, driving them across the snowy field. He blinked snowflakes from his eyes and counted heads as they filed past, shuffling into the barn with plenty of grunting, lowing, and far too much farting. When the last one passed through the door, he pulled the doors shut behind them. “Get ’em all?” his father asked, pulling up behind him. “I only counted forty-nine.” His father frowned. “You sure?” “Yes, sir.” “Damn.” His father bounced his hand off the steering wheel. “Well, come on. Let’s go see if we missed one.” The windscreen blocked the wind well enough, but didn’t keep the …show more content…
Must weigh a few hundred pounds.” “Mountain lion? A black bear? Coyotes?” “Not likely. Only spotted a couple mountains lions around here and a single bear. They’ve never come this close before and never bothered the cattle. Coyotes might, but I don’t see enough tracks.” There was just one set of tracks where whatever attacked the cow dragged it back into the trees. Any prints left behind had been ruined. Trevor looked to his father. “What do we do?” His father reached back into the ATV. “We find the damn thing and kill it, before it kills another of our cows.” Trevor glanced to the overcast sky. “Can’t we wait until the snow stops?’ “Nah, by then the thing will be cozy in its lair and the snow will have covered the trail. Come on, don’t be wimp.” “Yes, sir.” They both grabbed their rifles from the ATV’s rack and trudged into the woods. Thankfully, the trees blocked most of the wind. Snow fell in uneven patches between trees who had dropped their leaves and evergreens who sheltered the ground beneath them. The trail of blood made the predator easy to follow. Convenient since it appeared to have dragged the half a cow deep into the woods. They went half a mile or more before the blood began to thin, making the trail harder to follow. The wind died down, but the snow picked up. Fat, fluffy flakes fell in a steady stream. The whole thing might have been beautiful if not for the trail of blood before them. They paused under a tall cedar to catch
Then the elephant dropped to the ground, it was dead now. Arumba checked to see if the massive animal was really dead one more time by touching the elephant's eyelid with his spear, it didn't even blink. The hunt had
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He looked around, then asked his mom where Dad was. She choked a little before explaining, “Dad’s really busy right now with saving more people, like the men who rescued you.”
We Stopped at some Place that we could keep the cows together the cows Joined together kind of like magnets.
Up front the driver continued to push the struggling snowmobile along, carefully carving it through the deepening snow which churned behind it and slowly built up onto the luggage rack on the front of the
“How is that possible? We can’t feed on bigger animals or we risk getting caught by humans.” One of the elders pointed out.
They moved silently through the forest, stopping and taking a knee every quarter of a mile, listening and looking for anything that might signal someone was
“I pulled off to the side of the road and I immediately sprinted to the vehicle,” he continued. “I’ll be honest, I was scared I’d find a dead person in there.”
“Well, lucky for you the axle broke on our wagon here or you’d be raising that boy on your own,” he
“Do you suppose we’re doin’ right?” Sam stared at the plow stuck in the field and the disrepair of the corral.
The man knew that his only hope for survival was based around thawing out his icebound legs. This meant that he must build a fire in order reach his intended destination and outlast the Yukon cold. With his fingers and toes on the verge of being frostbitten the man got a fire started. But then it happened. Packs of snow cascaded down the branches of the powdered spruce.
With adrenaline running through their bodies, they sprinted outside. The four wheeler was already sitting there, in the deep fallen snow, ready to
He follows her eyes and points through the trees where a furry tail snakes around a skinny white trunk before it disappears. The plan is not an elaborate
"Wait... wolves? Like... Lycanthrope? Wynonna-" Waverly went to the window, full of energy- nervous and otherwise.
“Measurements, he said with excitement in his voice, I need measurements.” Grabbing a handful of paper, a ruler, and a bottle of ink, he walks out the door headed for the reindeer barn, leaving the door open.