Chapter 13 – A Hunting Accident
Chapter 13 – A Hunting AccidentFenders doesn’t hunt deer anymore. Two years ago he pulled the trigger on his rifle and shot something he shouldn’t have. He hasn’t hunted since. He promised to give me his rifle, but he didn’t. He says he put it in its case and hid it where no one will ever find it. He says he’ll never touch it again and just thinking about what he did makes him sick. He says he has nightmares and if he could go back to that day two years ago, he’d have stayed home. Instead of hunting today, he’s sitting at our kitchen table.
“Squeaky, it was the saddest day of my life,” he says to me. “If I live to be 100, I’ll never forget seeing all that red snow.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” I say. “It was an awful accident. The important thing is you didn
