Silver And Copper, Iron And Ash
by Nathaniel Lee
Something was following him. He had enough woodcraft to know that, although he hadn’t been able to catch sight of it. A rogue wolf, perhaps, or a mountain lion; something solitary and hungry, cautious but lured by the smell of blood on him. He’d have to sit up with the rifle for a night or two and make sure the goats didn’t come to harm.
With a final glance at the darkened woods, James hefted his gunnysack and began the final climb down to the fragile safety of walls.