Chapter 27

He walked slow and careful. He heard turkeys calling at a distance, but he never saw one. Time passed, and he got hungry and frustrated. As he ate a sandwich he brought, he saw a small deer herd, and he wondered if the family would accept deer instead, but they wandered off before he could get a clean shot. It was a thick forest, and clean shots were hard to come by. More time passed, and he walked, he was sure in circles. He decided to head home, but he walked more and further, but found nothing. He heard no shots, so was certain neither Grandpa nor Travis got anything.

Winston was disappointed in himself and wondered what they’d eat the next day for meat. He’d ask Grandpa to see if there was anything in the freezer. As he turned onto the driveway for home, he stopped. A herd of turkeys walked the driveway about forty feet in front of him. He raised his rifle as quiet as possible, sucked a fast breath in, slowly let it out, aimed, and fired.