They prowled through the woods. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Kory spotted a coyote. He motioned for Scooter to stop. He stooped down behind a gigantic oak tree and pulled the gun from his back pack. He loaded several rounds into the gun and aimed it at the imprudent livestock.
“Watch and learn.” He whispered, sinisterly.
The coyote was pulling a shard of grass from the ground when the loud sound of the gun howled through the air. The bullet pierced the animal in the stomach, sending it hurling to the ground. He squawked in agonizing pain. Scooter and Kory ran to where the animal laid, dying.
“He’s a strong mother fucker, huh?” Kory gawked. “See how you like this.” He squeezed another round into the poor coyote.
Scooter helped Kory drag the dead slab of meat off near a tree. Kory pulled out a pocket knife and plunged into it. Blood squirted all over his shoes. Scooter stood by and watched with a confused look on his face. Kory was enjoying every second of it, a smile engraved on his pimply face. When he was done he stood back and venerated his handy work. He nodded his approval and they moved on through the woods. Scooter didn’t say much, he just obliged the young jester.
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