Rabbit Season
Be careful what you wish for because you just might get it
At first, rabbit hunting had been a necessity in Steve’s household.
His parents had been forced to grow most of their vegetables to save on cash and the little pests were constantly in their gardens, eating everything they could find.
Steve shot his first rabbit at the tender age of eight and he hadn’t looked back since.
As the economy got better, his hunting became less of a necessity and more of a hobby.
It was something to do in their quiet town, something that kept him out of trouble and at nineteen, he was pretty damn good at it if he did say so himself.
Rabbit hunting was a good way to unwind and it would have been even better if not for a single dark shadow cast by the old man who lived on the other side of Steve’s favourite hunting grounds.
Mr Spence was an old marine, who’d settled in their town long before Steve’s birth. The man kept to himself for the most part and everyone knew not to give him any trouble.
He was fast with his words and even faster with his rifle.
Steve wouldn’t have had any reason to deal with the man if it wasn’t for one distinct peculiarity.
