Grain Wagon Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

I stand still and let my handler do the talking. My handler flashes his perfect smile, “Yes, we found groceries in a red wagon down the road.” He says, fishing the receipt out of his pocket. The store owner puts his glasses on and looks at the items on the paper, “Oh, the wagon was alone? It should have had two girls with it. They had done shopping for the orphanage keeper down the road.” My handler gasps, “Is that so?! We didn’t see them. Do underage girls go missing a lot from these parts?” he asks. The store owner shakes his head, “No. The town is small. Nothing ever happens here.”

She wondered when it would all come to an end. “Well, at least you learned how to identify voices and stopped calling me Matias. I hate that motherfucker,” Theo shook his head and opened a bag of clothes he’d brought. The sound of a zipper grated against her ears. She was curious about what he held in that bag. “Go and take a shower. You’re going to the auction today.” Theo sounded disappointed. It had been almost four years since she’d been here, learning how to deceive people by hiding her blindness.

“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."

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.

Where an entry referenced anything resembling a mark or a light during a ceremony, someone had gone through with ink and blotted it out so thoroughly the paper had worn thin from the scrubbing. Someone hadn’t wanted this history read. That thought sat colder in my chest than anything the priest had said. I was still turning the ledgers over when Callum returned that evening, faster than I expected, his expression already telling me the news before he opened his mouth. “There’s nothing there,” he said. “No cabin in the eastern hills past the grain mill. No river settlement to the south, no tracks, no ash from a fire. And the western stretch near Moberly hasn’t seen a single confirmed rogue si

in front of Hunter. She'd seen pictures of him over the years, of course. She hadn't been able to stop herself. Her family had seen him numerous times, and her cousin Gina had mated with Quinn, an ancient Talon wolf, so she'd been able to observe the role of the Talon Alpha through his eyes. But none of that prepared her for the shock of seeing him in person. Her wolf howled, pushing her with more determination than she had imagined possible.

It did the job as long as it shielded her. My side erupted in pain as I straightened, but I ignored it. I walked towards the frosted window, looking out into the woods. I could smell them — the Bloodhound scouts. They smelled like iron and ash. They were hunting us. Again. They never gave up. And then my eyes saw something — a gentle blink of light. A Silver Veil tracker. It was hidden in a pine with runes glowing softly. A beacon. A trap. It would take them straight to us.