He’d studied the movement of the white-tailed antelope for months. Deciding it was finally time for the kill, he lay down on the dry grass and aimed his rifle at his target.
Deep breath. Steady. Fire!
It wasn’t in his nature to miss. Downhill towards the fallen animal, he imagined what great news this kill would be to his fellow hunters and the entire village.
Closer, he wondered if his ears were deceiving him—that voice whimpering in pain. Then the human body…Realizing it was indeed his beloved wife, he rushed over, scooped her from the ground and cried.