Free Write - 1-28-2013

"I'll be fine, I always am," I said, gave her a quick hug, grabbed my game bag and left the house and went towards the woods. I always entered in the same place and there was a well worn path for the first fifteen yards or so and then that is when the normalcy ceases. As the years have progressed the animals sense me coming and have fled deeper and deeper into the woods so my trek becomes longer and longer.
Moving as silent as death itself I moved deeper into the woods, I began to hear the sounds of squirrels above me and I drew an arrow, looking up I waited making the soft chattering noise in my throat that the squirrels make themselves. Soon I saw two squirrels coming, I shot them both and they fell, I easily caught both and put them in my game bag. If my luck kept, I would have plenty of squirrel by the days end.
It was then that I heard the footsteps, they were so quiet that I barely heard them, but they were there, they were the footsteps of someone who was not used to being heard the footsteps of a hunter.
I began to walk forward now, listening for the footsteps, I heard them for only a second before the hunter's footsteps began to match my own. My heart began to quicken, what if it was one of the King's men? Only the high born women were allowed to shoot.