Chapter 27
Scruffy and unkempt, Caleb stared down the sight of his rifle, on the other end was a mountain goat, balancing precariously fifty feet above him on a rocky outcropping. With a last steadying breath, he exhaled and pulled the trigger. As the animal tumbled down the incline, Caleb smiled in satisfaction, relishing the smell of gunpowder and the resonating echo of the shot. Shouldering his rifle he took a long drink from his flask, savoring the burning liquor as it slid down his throat. Since walking away from his old life, he’d become a much more efficient and deadly hunter. He wasn’t just hunting to eat, now he was hunting to kill, not just the animals, but the rage inside himself. As he began the arduous trek down to retrieve the goats skin and horns, he looked up as an airplane flew o
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