Rayne limped through the woods, dragging the hefty twelve-gauge behind her as she looked for her stupid, stupid brothers. John, Mule and Rudy had left early that morning with a promise on their lips— they would head directly into town, look for any available jobs, and then come straight home.
That had been twenty-six, freaking, hours ago. A full day, plus a few, and they only lived a few miles outside of Talbot’s Peak.
Rayne would love to think that her brothers had found immediate work. The kind, of job, which included hours upon hours of hard labor to tire her thankless, harebrained kin out and keep them from getting into trouble, but she knew better. The best case scenario would be to find them at some local watering hole, using up the pittance they had saved before fleeing from the last town.
Leaves rustled above and jittery neighs taunted her into action. It was time the Deehere brothers learned their lesson, and she would once again have to be the one to serve it up. Rain raised the gun and fired the puny pellets into the trees around her. Surely she’d hit one, or all, of their lazy ass’ if she just kept firing.
The burn of a thousand fiery needles pierced Vix’s ass as he made his final loop around the wooded area surrounding the town of Talbot’s Peak. Thrown from his animal form, he plummeted to the ground wondering just who he was going to be adding to the naughty list.
To be continued...
Well, December is upon us at last... Here's to hoping you're shopping is quick and painless this holiday season and there's cookies each and every day!