Guest Author: Samantha Gangler
I could see his all his vitals. I just needed him to look away so I could draw back. Right then, the bull smelled the air in the opposite direction of me. As he tilted his head back, I drew my bow slowly; I leveled, aimed and released the perfect arrow into his lungs.
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