Grain Wagon Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

of year—probably because of the Search and Rescue people. He hoped he and Lauren wouldn’t run into any of them. The calls he’d had Heather make this morning should result in no more untrained volunteers and amateurs out in the woods, at least. He had wanted to limit the Dadmage the rogue wolf might do as best they could. Heather had, at his request, pointed out that the man they were looking for had been missing for too long. They were probably only looking for a body, so there was no sense in risking additional lives. She’d told them about Jack —though she’d blamed a cougar—and pointed out that a storm front was moving in. The few searchers remaining were concentrating their efforts about

I watch his eyes widen as he says, “She’s grabbing you by the balls, that’s what she’s doing. You better comply.” I shake my head in denial, as I know William is right. Then I asked him, “How are we doing with the search? Something new?” “Nothing. Now we are re-checking the truck we found at John’s house.” “I’ll go with you.” We walk to the truck, and I see that the warriors have all the items on the ground as they go through each one. After almost an hour of searching, I go to a book that catches my attention: The Shining. I frown and say, “are you serious? These guys don’t seem like the type to be book lovers.”

“You were looking for it when you found Oakley of Silverhide, weren’t you?” “I was.” I edge toward her, preparing to tell her I’m of the mind that Oakley might be the one person who caught a clear, unobstructed view of whatever it was before she fell. Miller’s older brother, Gage, and his hunting party were in a pocket of rain and fog, which distorts everything. Even so, Gage won’t talk about it, which makes me uneasy. “We’ll have scouts,” she says with a nod, “stationed all over the valley tomorrow night, just in case.”

Hiebert was done with dishes by the time we needed to leave, so we all got in the truck and hit the road to Baker. The drive was simple and quiet as we all got ready to steal more cattle from the ranches in Montana. We found the road I was told about easily. We started driving down it slowly as we looked for cattle. We found a few, but they were close to houses and we knew better than to take them. I kept driving until I found a herd with no dogs tending to them and no houses close by. I stopped the truck and pulled my flashlight out from between my seat and the center console. I turned it on and shined it out my rolled-down window to look at the cattle. They looked pretty decent, so I turne

As her eyes blinked with innocent curiosity, Hope asked, "Mr. Caine, why can't we go out at night?" But Ralph remained silent, his expression saying, "Take it or leave it". "Thank you, Mr. Caine. Would 500 dollars be enough for lodging? Including a meal." After standing up, Ralph headed out. "Follow me." At a house on the village's east side, they found a woman washing vegetables in the yard. She looked up with a smile and said, "Mr. Caine, welcome." Her eyes were completely white, which meant she was blind. "Grace, we have two travelers who need lodging. They're paying 500 dollars and just need one meal. I've brought them here."

I had never killed anyone before, and I threw up when it was over. I’m not brave or strong. How I wish I had memorized the route to the Crescent Moon pack, but I didn't. It probably took me longer than it needed to, but I tried to follow the tire tracks from all the cars that had left. They couldn’t drive the main roads but had to use dirt roads not to stand out so their tire tracks were easy to follow. It was still light out, but it was starting to get darker. It would have been beautiful to see the sunset and the blue moon shine, but I didn't have time to watch it. My eyesight is better than that of a human, and it helped me see through the trees.

And if she didn't make it and that was the last ride she ever took, at least it wouldn't be alone. I watched until the sirens shrieked to life and the red lights disappeared into the trees. Then I pulled on a pair of gloves and started combing the grass for the weapon he'd told me about upstairs. It didn't take long to find it half-buried under the grass, the barrel still warm from the last round fired. It was a standard nine-millimeter, with the serial number filed off. Clearly this wasn’t his first rodeo, clearly. I bagged it and tagged it, then walked back to the edge of the driveway and leaned against the hood of my car just far enough from the chaos that no one would bother me. I needed

Red stag, a big one ahead. “Crazy wolf. We normally hunt them with the pack. Don’t.” I warned. “No talking.” Stalking low and keeping to the undergrowth we followed the scent of the stag. He stood in a clearing pawing the ground and snorting, antlers low to the ground. It couldn’t have scented us; we were downwind from him. Blaze launched himself with one mighty jump at the animal, going for the throat.

"The path is dangerous, Ava. Keep your seat in your own space." "Dangerous? Or is an enemy pack tailing our scent?" I ask, my voice dropping to a low whisper. "Did your alpha mind think that with my sharp she-wolf sensitivity, my eyes wouldn't notice the black wagon that has been tracking our wheels since the manor gate? Their heavy camera glass keeps reflecting the mountain sun, almost blinding my eyes a few marks ago. I bet their claws captured multiple pictures of Kathy and my frame rolling on the grass, didn't they? What is this hunt truly about?" "The scouts from the Blossom Media camp are trailing our wheels," Connor explains calmly.