Chapter Sixteen
A bullet wound was something she recognised straight off. She saw it often enough. Hunters, not skilled at killing, leave the wounded animal to die a painful death. Not willing or caring enough to tack it down and end its pain. It was a lazy, disgusting thing to do. ‘That wound has been festering for days.’
‘How can you tell?’ His gaze was intense. Victoria saw the same revulsion she felt echoed in the severe set of his features. He was as concerned as she.
‘I’ve seen wounds like this before. It can make an animal crazy, delirious. It’s probably why it charged.’
‘That, and the fact it was a razorback,’ Dan mused. ‘But why would someone shoot an animal and leave it like this?’
‘I’ve wondered that often enough myself. Inexperience. Maliciousness. You pick. Either way it’
