Publisher's Synopsis
The old man thumped me in the ear with a sharp sting for making too much noise as the mule deer crossed the creek then stood with his ears twisting one way then the other, searching for the source of my clumsy fumbling with Grandfathers Kentucky rifle. We lay still as a stone camouflaged with bits of surrounding fauna while I slowly lowered the front sight into the vee of the rear sight, placing it directly on the big bucks throat and then raising the barrel slightly to compensate for the distance."Now," he whispered into my still stinging ear.A deep breath, then slowly letting half of it out, touching the trigger with my forefinger then gently squeezing it until the hammer fell and spewed the deadly silk patched ball on its way, spinning straight and true for four-hundred yards until impact."Well done Ama Tsiktoli!" he shouted as the buck dropped.
