• Hunting,  Beyond the Mason-Dixon,  Fiction

    A Lion in the Distance

     Stinging sweat ran down the face and into the eyes of the man with the big gun. As he walked he took his forefinger and thumb and squeezed the corners of his eyes at the bridge of his nose soothing the pain temporarily. It was mid-morning , but his light green shirt was already darker in sections. In front of him, the native tracker walked looking for sign, and with every methodical step, it became painfully obvious the shot was no good. The client had rushed it, and now it was up to him, the hired Professional Hunter, to follow the buffalo and sort it out. He had not wished…