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|Fair Game (standard:westerns, 989 words)|
|Author: mike0k||Added: Dec 10 2003||Views/Reads: 2278/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The ultimate price for the ultimate picture, in less than a thousand words|
Fair Game I'm floating in a light blue mist. I can hear voices or maybe just echoes. A great weight pushes me deeper into the soft earth. I'm gasping for breath again and I see shadows flickering back and forth. God what a terrible smell and I'm choking in the encroaching darkness. "This one's alive, Jake! Call in the chopper! Jees, I've never seen one like this. --- No, no lets not move him yet. He's lost too much blood. --- Ok. No the other one's DOA. --- Yes, I'm sure. --- Looks like she broke his neck." It's lighter now. The air is foul but there's more of it. Who's pulling at me? --- I can't seem to form the words. I've got to tell them not to move me. Oh the pain and flashing. --- Spinning again and now the darkness. "Easy, mister. Don't try to move. We'll have you out of here in a little bit. --- Watch him, Jake. I'll get the board and some compressess. No. Don't let him move his head." I'm cold. So damn cold. I don't remember it being so foggy. I hear a helicopter. I'm sure of it. Thank God. Must tell Frank it's Ok now. We'll be Ok. Stupid damn move though. Got to have one picture...one good close up. Why can't he use a long lens. I know he's got several. Closer and Closer. I'm shaking again. Must reach out. I told him to wait for the damn Guide. --- "That's it. Try not to roll him too far. Stay with me, Jake! Don't get sick 'till we get him up in the chopper." I can't feel anything now. I can't move but the pain is going away. I want to cry. Maybe I am crying. Let's see... Treat for shock... No, stop the bleeding first. I'm sweating again. Screaming!! 'Frank, I only see the two little ones, the cubs.' Suddenly there's something behind me. --- I try to turn around but get slammed to the ground. --- I hear a terrible crunching...Oh Jesus the thing is biting me! --- I've got the shotgun but it's underneath me. --- I must relax. I feel a wet trickle in my ear. She's so heavy, and the smell!! "Yea, Doc. ETA about eight minutes. No. No. Head and shoulder mostly. No. Weak but stable. Ok. --- Ok. Tell them to go on up. What? Say again? Looks like a coupple of city fellas wanted to get their picture took with a family of Grizz. No. I seen one cub but it run off. I think the one we got here killed the sow." I see it over and over like a grade B horror movie. It won't go away and I'm so sick to my stomach. She's off me now and I hear Frank hollering at her. Why am I moving so slow? Got to stand up but my hands are so slick. I wipe my eyes and pick up the twelve gage. It's slippery. I look down at my hands; they're all red and wet. I can see her now. Frank's trying to get up a small tree but he won't make it. I push the safety button to the fire position and wipe my eyes. She's got to Frank now, I can hear him screaming. I pump in a round and try to remember what the Guide said. With a short barrel and doubble-ought buck you need to be hand shake close. It's still to far but maybe it will draw her off. Frank's screams are drowned in the sound of the blast and the recoil against my torn shoulder blinds me. I can't see again and wipe my eyes with my torn jacket front. I can't move and I know I'm going to faint. Oh, no! Here she comes... "Easy, friend. Try not to move. We'll be at the hospital in a few minutes. You're chewed up pretty good but I think you're going to make it." Hospital? Yes, that's good... Going to need the hospital... But where the hell is she? No don't sit down...No! Can't run. Too weak... Maybe she left... I call out to Frank but can't hear an answer... My ears are ringing something fierce. Pump in another round just in case. I'm loosing too much blood... Must try to stay awake... Oh no! Oh God no, she is coming straight at me! This is crazy. Stupid crazy... I want to laugh... Can't stop it, can't help it... Must get control... Mad... I'm getting mad as hell! Come on you whore bitch bear... You'll never feed those little bastards again! I'll feed you nine lead balls to take home for supper. Steady now... Wipe my eyes, they sting so bad... The guide said you had to be close with this short barrel. First one goes when she clears that old stump... Then as many as I can put into her before she gets to me. Run you bitch... She's in the clear now and charging hard. God what a sight. Hold another second... Head bobing and she's making some kind of 'clop - clop' noise with her mouth... Grunting in between... Blood all over her face and those eyes... Two little bore holes into the depts of hell... Hurry your fat ass... My God I can't believe I want her close now... I would run toward her but I can't move... I want to kill her with my bare hands! Must be going mad... So angry and so scared... I don't want to die, not like this. Two more strides... Close enough now; I grit my teeth and jamb the stock into my torn shoulder... Now!! I feel the stock slam against my shoulder and a blinding white-hot flash of pain from forehead to tail bone... Pump in one more and squeeze...Not so painfull this time but she's on me... Down into darkness. Tweet
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