Grain Wagon Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

I spot a row of abandoned vehicles a short distance away and decide that hiding among them might be my best bet. I make my way to the vehicles, staying low and moving as silently as possible. My breath is visible in the cold air, and I can hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. I crouch behind a dilapidated van, peering out to keep an eye on the warehouse. I need to ensure that no one has seen me or is searching for me outside. As I wait, I see a few hunters moving around the perimeter, their flashlights cutting through the darkness. They’re searching, but they don’t seem to have discovered my escape yet. I take this as a small victory and use the opportunity to gather my thoughts.

Mile was fully loaded with automatic machine guns. His personal favorite was the Riffle Gilboa Snake. It was a double barrel with two chambers. And Paul Muschick. Pittsburgh gun. They were fully loaded to kill each and every one who dared to hurt his son. They were gathered at a T Junction after 4 hours of city hunting. Mile, Natt, Noah, Conrad and Daniel, they all stepped out. So far they had no clue of Benjamin. Conrad's men failed to trace too. They tracked all CCTV's but all they could find was a double cabin jeep. And the number was fake as expected.

"Bring me a torch and hold it steady." He obeyed without arguing, and I climbed up into the bed of the wagon myself, kneeling in the exact spot where Chloe had been bound and gagged only hours earlier. There had to be something here. Six riders didn't hit a convoy at exactly the right crossing, at exactly the right hour, without someone feeding them the route in advance. And that kind of knowledge meant someone close. Someone with a seat at my own war table. I ran my hand along the splintered wood, feeling for anything out of place, any gap or seam that didn't belong. My claws caught on a rough patch near the back corner of the wagon bed, where the plank had cracked clean through under the w

Andrew answered. “Yea, that’s what I thought. I can’t remember ever being beyond the river, myself.” “What are you thinking Little Luna?” “Kane and Jason asked all of us out here, but most of you are away handling other pack business. Osiris and I came out here, and there is a hunting blind, a hole in the border fence, and as I look around there is evidence of someone being out here recently.” “It’s a blind spot.” Andrew quickly put together.

At the same time, we are collecting ideas on how to strike against the twenty. Good thing the werewolf hunters don't have the ability to sense all their movements. Aiden still has no clear access to that, but at least one of us can. The small cabin looked abandoned, but there was smoke coming from the chimney. We approached the cabin cautiously with our senses on high alert. I could smell something off – something that was definitely Hunter Grey. I knew we had finally found our target. For that same reason, it means to me that the old man was telling us the truth.

They both laughed. "Why are you looking at me?" The hunter asked. Blackwheel said nothing. He kept on admiring the way the hunter was moving his head, unaware of what he was doing. "Can you help me stand up on my feet?" Blackwheel helped him. His hands felt the hardness of the hunter's body as he stepped on the ground. The hunter's dark eyes looked at him. Blackwheel gritted his teeth, feeling the dizziness clouding the eyes of the hunter. "Where is my gourd?" The hunter asked.

As long as no civilians get hurt, we’re all good. Right now I need to take this rogue down before he hurts someone. My team caught wind of him towards the edge of our territory and I was hoping to take care of him before he got too far away. It seems luck may not be on my side today though. As soon as the alert went out I grabbed my go bag full of basic weapons and anything else I would need to take the wolf down and hopped on my bike. Since these jerks are so much faster than us, the dirt bikes even out the playing field a little. Very carefully I reach into my bag and grab the tranquilizer gun I keep in there. I speed across the game trails and over rocks trying to close the distance betwe

I wiped his tears asking, “If you continue to cry like this, your eyes will get blurry and make it difficult to search. Are you going to cry and come search with me?” He sniffed as he said, “I won't cry.” And started looking for the bird in my room as a start. While Brian was looking for the bird on the first floor, I came down stairs to look for it. I finished searching in the kitchen and came to the centre of the house to look for it. Mr Alarcon came in and sat on the couch as I continued looking for it. Mr Alarcon asked, “What are you doing? Did you lose something?”

Their bodies are found at the bottom of a ravine or in scattered pieces due to the wildlife taking advantage of a free, easy meal. My fingers slip away from everything I try and fail to grab at, wet from the rain. What does eventually stop me, is a large boulder when the side of my head smacks into it, knocking me unconscious. The sickening ‘crack’ sound of my skull connecting with the edge of the massive rock jutting from the earth shoots through every bone in my body accompanied by blinding pain. That's the last thing I remember before the world sinks away into darkness.

he asks while skewering me with his blue eyes. I look out the window at the fields that make up a small portion of Gray Ranch. They have so much acreage it is easy for enemies to ambush them. They have so many small pups to care for at the moment that they have left themselves vulnerable. Without constant vigilance and routine patrols, an enemy could surprise them easily. The scents from their livestock alone could help camouflage an enemy...