A Winter Hunt, The Bounty

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Hot blood; stark rivulets,

Hands shaking, my body leans against the tree,

Pierced by ringing, I hear nothing above the pain,

Sulfur smothers me,

Worn leather boots crunch the snow under my weight,

The silver of the pistol in my hand catches the fading sunlight,

Nearby; Close, I hear him load his carbine,

Nothing has prepared me…