“…still an inch too high,” Marc said in a hush tone as though the woods were about to laugh
The shot had severed the spine. While fortunate for him, he was reminded that he needed to work on his aim. At least he would have breakfast while Enfers fed off the tall hay and grass outlying the creek.
“At least I don’t have to worry about finding the ball in the meat,” Marc added.
It was common to find meat tainted with shot or pellets, but the shot, the actual projectile, had gone off into the distance. That meant he could bite into his breakfast without concern.
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