![]() ![]() ![]() When he yanked the rope, she tumbled to the ground. A bound woman lay draped over the saddle. "Had some trouble with the fox."Ī fifth horse stepped into the clearing. "Sorry we're late," said the bearded man in front. William could tell by the way their eyes took in everything and gave away nothing. Ordinary-looking horses with ordinary-looking riders – guys between 30 and 50, wearing hunting jackets and jeans and boots. Six beagles, noses to the ground, long ears dragging. Not good death – bright coppery blood and fear. ![]() Here it whispered and moaned and shrieked. The wind didn't bluster and blow like city wind. Around them, gnarled trees shot up and slammed together overhead, blocking the moon and stars. Raw and feral, primitive and wild.Įxcept … this was a little more wild than William liked. The domain of hunters like Dayton Rogers and Ivan Milat and the Larsens. There was, however, an allure to the forest. Like most of his kind, he was an urban hunter. When Teddy first suggested this excursion, William's pulse had quickened. ![]()
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