The Burning Sky
By Ron Faust
Turner Copyright © 2013 Ron Faust
All right reserved. ISBN: 9781620454282
They slowly moved out into the clearing. The dogs were encouraged by their presence: they snarled, barked, leaped toward the cat. “Okay,” Stuart said. They were forty feet away from the tree. Ben thumbed back the hammers on his shotgun. The clicks attracted the leopard’s attention, and he turned toward them. Ben had difficulty focusing his eyes on the cat; his coal-black rosettes seemed to jump out and then recede in opposition to the pale gold of the fur. The wind rose, ruffled the fur and showed a paler yellow, almost a white. The cat slowly rose to his feet. He watched them. His eyes were a cold speckled amber.Stuart slowly raised his bow. The cat watched, hunching his back slightly, flicking his tail.
“Oh, shit, man,” Ben said. “Do it.” Or maybe he hadn’t said it; maybe he’d only thought the words.
Stuart had the bow fully drawn now.
The leopard was beautiful, terrible. His cold cold defiance triggered contradictory emotions in Ben: he wanted to laugh, and to vomit.
The bowstring twanged, and the arrow shaft, as thin and straight as a beam of light, connected origin and goal, time and space, and pierced the leopard’s heart. Continues...
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