White Tail

White Tail

By Richard Bacula

I was immediately glad that I'd held fire, and that I've never been one of those lethal dumbassses that takes "sound shots" every time I hear a rustle. Not all city folk are dumb, and not all of them are clueless when it comes to hunting safety. It's just that there are plenty of cringe-worthy dumbasses out there who give us all a bad name.

Anyway, I had heard movement in the leaves, and I had my rifle ready to raise up to take aim, when I saw the blonde step out of the underbrush. I immediately lowered my gun.

"Shit!" I said. "There's not supposed to be anybody out here. Who the hell are you?"

"Well, I'm Fanny May!" She said. She was wearing cutoff jeans shorts, and a green flannel shirt that was tied in a knot between her breasts, leaving her midriff bare. None of the buttons were done, so I got a pretty good view of her cleavage. "I always come through here, on my way home from the diner. The owner don't mind."

"The owner is my cousin. I'm staying in his cabin for a week, on a hunting trip. He told me nobody else ever goes in these woods."

"Well," she said. "Nobody but me. He don't mind none. We got a deal."

"What kind of deal?" I asked. I wondered why Larry hadn't mentioned her. "Why, he lets me short-cut across his property whenever I please," She said....