The Long Walk Home by S.A. Ison

Author:S.A. Ison [Ison, S.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-12T22:00:00+00:00

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Beckett knew that Milo was behind him, he didn’t need to look as the man made a lot of noise. He paused and took the bowstring out from his pocket. He strung his longbow and pulled an arrow from his quiver. Nocking the arrow in place, he watched for any prey that came across their path. He’d have to get something good sized and he hoped for perhaps a deer, but with all these people, he knew it would be impossible. He walked toward the front, stopping by Carter.

“Can you bring up the rear and keep an eye on the women?”

“Sure can, Beckett, going for a little hunt?” Carter nodded at the bow.

“Yeah, I’ve got to get ahead of our group, before the game is frightened off. Otherwise, our dinner will be skimpy tonight.” He grinned.

“Good hunting, then.” Carter said, walking to the back of the line, behind Zoe. Beckett patted Christy on the head as he passed and she looked up and grinned at him.

Beckett walked up to Dustu, and Dustu looked behind and nodded.

“Udiditlv awi, beyond deer.” Beckett nodded ahead.

“Hawa, okay.” Dustu said and pointed ahead, indicating their projected path. Beckett nodded and went ahead at a quick pace, though he was as quiet as he could be.

The world around him began to quiet and his blood and heart began to slow. He loved hunting, being apart of this world. He wasn’t crazy about being out here on the trail, and certainly not back in friggen god knows when. He’d be glad to get back and wouldn’t breathe easy until he did.

He was ahead of the group now, nearly a mile. He could hear the creatures of the primeval forest; soft sounds reached his ears. He sniffed the air around him. His father had taught him to go slow, to stay down wind. Right now, there was no wind. He stepped and stopped, looking deep into the woods. His eyes scanned, not really looking but sensing the movement of leaf and twig.

Then he saw it, a yearling. He slowly lifted his bow and took aim. He let the arrow fly and it was true, going through the heart of the yearling. It took a step and dropped down and fell over. He smiled and walked up to the animal. He placed a hand on it and bowed his head.

His father had taught him to say a prayer of thanks. It was the People’s way. He smiled. The People, were these people here in this time. He was a caricature of the People and didn’t know their ways. His grandmother had told him stories. Told him legends. Told him of a noble people. Her people, his people. But he felt like a fraud. He only had a small bit of that noble blood in him.

With a quick hand he began to skin the carcass and he pulled the gut pile out neatly. He cut the head off and now the meat was lighter to handle and carry. He kept the liver and heart and went back to the possible path to wait for the group.

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