Chapter 42
Bradamante nocked an arrow and pulled the bowstring to her lips. A short distance away, a red stag raised his head and sniffed the wind. Bradamante relaxed her shoulders and held her breath. Then she released the arrow.
She heard voices. Quickly she moved into cover. She could see the deer lying on the ground, her arrow rising from his heart.
She saw two men in the distance. One of them spied the stag and ran ahead.
“That’s mine!” Bradamante whispered, willing them away. She had been without meat for several days, and even though the streams were teeming with trout, what she really craved was a thick, dark slab of deer. She had spent the morning stalking her prey, and was not inclined to lose it.
The man kneeled and gestured for his friend to hurry.
Bradamante nearly laugh
