The Deer-Slayers
Is he down?
I don' know; you wait 'ere,
While I go see/ Come 'ere.
Gut 'im now?
Not jus' yet; check his pulse.
No, high'r up. Yeah, right there.
Now, Pa, how?
I'll show yeh.
And the thunder of God's wrath
Echoed through the wood.
Copyright © Zachary Richardson | Year Posted 2006
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