Post by Brittany on Apr 2, 2012 19:59:23 GMT -6
"I had just turned 7 when my mama passed away. She died of breast cancer. It was hard for daddy. He loved mama so much, and he blamed himself for not protecting her. He promised me he wouldn't let anything happen to me, and that is where this story begins."
"It was in the summer of 2003. It was the night that mama died when I heard them. They seemed to be mourning with me. The beautiful mixtures of howls, barks, and yips. It was like music to my ears. Then it hit me. Wolves were near the house. I knew good and well that daddy would try and run them off, so I didn't say nothing. But the next few days, daddy started acting weird."
As the blonde headed girl emerged from upstairs, she met her father, Trent, in the kitchen. "Oh hi daddy. You sleep well?" Her question was replied with a nod, and after a while, her father spoke. "Yes darling. I just had the weirdest dream. Have you heard anything at night?" The girl froze, for the howls from three nights earlier echoed in her mind. "No sir. Just the usual coyote." Trent looked up at the girl. "Now Gabby, you know as well as I do that ain't no coyote. That there was wolves!" Gabby looked up at her father, who was walking to the gun cabinet. "What are you going to do to them? Don't hurt them daddy. Please!"
Trent paused for a second, then unlocked the door, reached in and grabbed his .308 with eight Hornady Ballistic Tip bullets. "I'm not going to let them hurt you." He pushed past her and reached for the phone. "Hey bud, yeah me and Gabby's got a bit of a wolf problem. I was hoping you and some friends could come over and help me get rid of 'em. Alright, see you there." Trent looked over at Gabby, who was in tears. "Honey, it's alright. They're just animals. Besides, they won't feel nothing." He held up a bullet and grazed his index finder over the tip.
Gabby jerked her arms to her side. "Just animals? Dad, they have families. They have things to worry about too. You can't just go a kill them!"
"Gabby, I'm not letting nothing happen to you either." Trent sighed before walking through the doorway into the living room. He put on his lightweight camouflage jacket, then put his Rocky hunting boots on. With one last glance at Gabby, he walked out the front door into the front yard, his .308 slung across his shoulder. The man pulled his keys from his pocket and opened the door of his Chevy.
Gabby ran through the front door after her father. "No! You can't do this!"
"Watch me." Trent spoke over his shoulder as he shoved his rifle in the seat, then climbed into the driver's seat. "You comin'?"
"It was in the summer of 2003. It was the night that mama died when I heard them. They seemed to be mourning with me. The beautiful mixtures of howls, barks, and yips. It was like music to my ears. Then it hit me. Wolves were near the house. I knew good and well that daddy would try and run them off, so I didn't say nothing. But the next few days, daddy started acting weird."
As the blonde headed girl emerged from upstairs, she met her father, Trent, in the kitchen. "Oh hi daddy. You sleep well?" Her question was replied with a nod, and after a while, her father spoke. "Yes darling. I just had the weirdest dream. Have you heard anything at night?" The girl froze, for the howls from three nights earlier echoed in her mind. "No sir. Just the usual coyote." Trent looked up at the girl. "Now Gabby, you know as well as I do that ain't no coyote. That there was wolves!" Gabby looked up at her father, who was walking to the gun cabinet. "What are you going to do to them? Don't hurt them daddy. Please!"
Trent paused for a second, then unlocked the door, reached in and grabbed his .308 with eight Hornady Ballistic Tip bullets. "I'm not going to let them hurt you." He pushed past her and reached for the phone. "Hey bud, yeah me and Gabby's got a bit of a wolf problem. I was hoping you and some friends could come over and help me get rid of 'em. Alright, see you there." Trent looked over at Gabby, who was in tears. "Honey, it's alright. They're just animals. Besides, they won't feel nothing." He held up a bullet and grazed his index finder over the tip.
Gabby jerked her arms to her side. "Just animals? Dad, they have families. They have things to worry about too. You can't just go a kill them!"
"Gabby, I'm not letting nothing happen to you either." Trent sighed before walking through the doorway into the living room. He put on his lightweight camouflage jacket, then put his Rocky hunting boots on. With one last glance at Gabby, he walked out the front door into the front yard, his .308 slung across his shoulder. The man pulled his keys from his pocket and opened the door of his Chevy.
Gabby ran through the front door after her father. "No! You can't do this!"
"Watch me." Trent spoke over his shoulder as he shoved his rifle in the seat, then climbed into the driver's seat. "You comin'?"