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ONE DAY BEHIND The snow blinded his vision. The crosshairs aimed at the subject, he fired, and missed. The deer, or whatever animal it was, ran off into a sea of snow. He said nothing. The old hunter was getting too ancient for this game. He decided to ....

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.... of your prey, and his wild frantic glances back. And then the tug of war, of spirits, of wills, of endurance. The wire of tension draws tight. Like and umbilical cord, the hunter has bonded with his prey, forever, bonded by the life and death chase. The fuse of life burns shorter, bringing the hunter closer, close, and then the final intimacy of the kill! Does the dumb beast know its fate? Can he guess its fate? Can he sense his fate shadowing him, silently, stealthily? He pondered his ideas and saw some tracks. HALF A DAY BEHIND "I wonder what his flesh will taste like. Will it be tough? Will it bee..... AAAAA ....