I was once told by a professor I dearly loved, “we all have at least one book in us.”
So, in honor of NaNoWriMo and my brand spankin’ new computer, we’re off to writing!
Dreah had been hunting for a couple of days.
This wasn’t unusual. When he hunted, it was usually for three or more days at a time. He didn’t go often, at least not any more. Not since he had gotten United. The last thing he wanted to do was be gone from his better-half, Lorindra for very long.
Let’s not forget the kids! They had been blessed with two beautiful, if not exasperating boys.
Yes, the last thing he wanted was to be traipsing through the woods for weeks at a time. Some called him a hunter, others called him a ranger, some just called him a woodsman. He thought of himself as “her’s.” There was no longer a “me,” just a “we” in his mind.
The unusual thing would have been the absence of any game being bagged. Now, that would be highly unusual!
Per the ordinary, he was bringing back plenty of food.
He had brought down a deer. He liked deer…A Lot! This particular doe was on her last legs, quite literally since her back left leg seemed to had gone lame. He knew that she wouldn’t see but a few more nights before being caught by the wolves in the area.
He had thought about taking the old buck. He was well into his twilight years as well. There were plenty of young stags around to take his place. But, when the time came to take the shot, he just couldn’t.
Perhaps because he felt sorry for him. Maybe because he was starting to feel his age as well. Maybe because he wanted to give some other hunter a chance at bagging him.
He didn’t know. He just knows that he couldn’t take the shot.
He had also brought down a couple of wild hogs. Not that he liked them as much as deer, but they were becoming a nuisance to the outlying farmers. These were the easiest to find. He had promised farmer Leland to take a couple from his land on his way back home. One day of analyzing the tracks and rutting behavior. One early evening to catch them unaware.
Now, the family will have both deer and pork in abundance for quite a while!
Sausage, jerky, smoked, salt cured… Oh how he could taste the goodness already!
And bacon. He loved bacon. He was convinced that bacon could make any meal better!
He looked up at the sun. It was about mid-afternoon by his reckoning.
He let out a loud whistle, and barked out: “Tike! Where are you boy!”
Out of the woods, ahead of him along the path, he heard a bark. Through the underbrush bound a big black dog!
He was truly a mut, by every standard. Sure, you could make out the water-dog breeding, but other than that you just couldn’t be sure.
He wasn’t as big as some dogs. But, his head came up right above Dreah’s waste. He weighed in at right over one hundred pounds. He would almost be called lithe and muscular, if he wasn’t quite so big.
A nice black dog, with a single while line bisecting his chin, falling along his neck, onto his chest. It ended into a white star-burst on Tike’s chest.
He had been Dreah’s companion for many years. Truly, best of friends. Hunting, tracking, even fighting together in the wilds. It was almost as if Tike could read Dreah’s thoughts. As if he knew of Dreah’s intentions before the action ever came. Almost like one Intention working through two bodies.
Dreah just felt blessed that Tike was by his side.
Another hour and they would be home.
Dreah couldn’t wait!