endearing smile, however, was met only with a scornful glare and accompanying grunt from the approaching farmer. The hunt seemed to be reaching its climax as the uproar coming from the nearby woods appeared to attack father and daughter. The young girl was now longing to escape inside, to flee the battleground where cracks of gunshot stabbed her fragile ears and the growl of dogs sliced through her innocence. The cries of the hunters and barks of the dogs were suffocated by the roar delivered from the shotgun every time a shell was fired. The forest seemed ablaze with flashes of malevolent light. The little girl still lay in her father’s arms. She was so close to him, however, that not even the snarl of the shotgun could smother her quiet groan as the bullet struck her petite frame.The young man sat in a cocoon of shocked silence, the hunt now a distant enemy. The eventual sob he would exhale, as he enveloped the motionless girl in his arms, would be so gentle and so fractured, not even the sheep beside him would stir.
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