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Post by Some bad guys on Mar 28, 2004 8:53:16 GMT -5
*The cart creaked and moaned beneath the weight of the deer, its wheels sank deeper into the soft earth and the three men huffed and puffed together with their bounty. Harsh words were spoken between them as they pulled and pushed the last carcass to settle it beneath the old torn blankets. A good price they would fetch, but hard work for ageing bodies. Two of the men heaved against the cart whilst the other pulled the mule forward....it too protested and brayed loudly. The man cussed and pulled harder.
Finally the cart gave way its hold upon the mud and lurched forward...the mule making steady progress along the track, away from the evidence. The clearing was blood splattered and the elder man tried hard to brush away their marks with a small branch broken from a nearby tree. He knew those of this land nae looked too kindly upon poachers and he felt the sweat upon his brown gather as it slipped down towards his eyes. He was uncomfortable, but the extra money would come in handy.
He shuddered as he ran to catch up with his comrades in crime.....one still pulling the old mule...the other keeping the cart steady as it trundled and creaked its way north*
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