Bambi and The Hunter
A different perspective
Spying the deer hung up in the barbed wire fence, the hunter slammed on his brakes, skidding in the gravel on the side of the desolate country road. A small cloud of dust followed him.
Anger coated his words. “I’ll show PETA and all those anti-hunter jerks.”
He climbed out of the rusty old pickup and hitched up his jeans. “Make sure you…