Can We Go Home Now?

September 12, 2008 at 9:56 am (Devil Cares) ()

I know I said Devil Cares wouldn’t be updated for awhile, but this popped into my head a few days back and I didn’t know what else to do with it. It seems a shame to just let it rot on my jump drive. So, here’s a short (very short) story about the two older boys out with their father.
Also, whaddya think of the new title graphics?


Silence. Stillness. The calm of early morning. Sunlight had just barely begun to peek through the trees. Beams of light poked through branches and bushes in random places, mottling the ground with their hazy light. This false mist seemed to add to the atmosphere. It enhanced the silence of the woods.
Colt Mossberg felt a quiet contentment in his bones as he and his sons slowly crept through the brush. In his mind there was nothing better than a hunting trip to sooth the worldly cares away. A felt cap with flaps for the ears covered his dark hair and kept his head warm. A thick padded jacket, with the sleeves over his gloves, matched the cap’s plaid pattern. His wife had given the set to him for his birthday, along with the Winchester M 94 hunting rifle in his hands. He loved that woman. Of course, thick pants and heavy boots finished off his hunting clothes. And some long johns underneath.
Colt’s piercing eyes swept the woods back and forth, looking for any sign of their buck. His older boy had found some recent sign awhile back, and Colt had declared it fresh enough to track. Even though Barrett had found it, the tradition was that Colt tracked the first animal. After that, the boys could hunt on their own trail if they wanted.
Stopping, he held up a hand and motioned his boys to come closer. As Colt lowered himself to a crouch behind a bush, Barrett bent down next to him. Colt nodded with pride as the boy showed proper care to keep his .30-30 safely pointed away.
Barrett looked to him, his eyes the same blue as Colt’s own. Carefully, Colt extended a hand to point. Shuffling closer to his father, Barrett bent his dark head close to Colt’s shoulder so he could follow the line of his father’s fingers. There, grazing some distance off, was their buck.
“This has got to be the most boring thing in the entire history of human civilization.” The voice of Colt’s middle son floated up to them from behind. He gritted his teeth as the buck, even as far off as it was, perked its head up.
Colt loved the boy, he really did, but that didn’t mean there weren’t times when he wanted to thrash him.
Just as he was about to hush his son, Barrett whipped around and hissed, “Shh!”
Kimber rolled his gray eyes, a move so familiar Colt could picture it in his sleep. The middle Mossberg had been standing behind them with his arms crossed. He hadn’t brought a gun of his own.
Colt and Barrett were nearly identical, especially today in their hunting gear. But Kimber looked like his mother. His face was longer than Colt or Barrett’s, the bone structure more sloping. His dark blond hair was somehow spiky and curly at the same time. He had even, Colt thought, inherited the woman’s tendency to be difficult for no good reason.
“You’re gonna scare it away,” Barrett whispered to his brother.
In a voice heavy with sarcasm, the other replied, “Wouldn’t that be a shame.”
“Why did you even come?”
Gray eyes fixed on Colt. “I wasn’t given a choice.”
“Why don’t you cry about it?”
Kimber snorted at his brother’s taunt. “Yeah, right.”
If he didn’t end this now, Colt knew, it would ruin the day.
“That’s enough, boys,” he whispered but they didn’t seem to hear him.
“You didn’t even bring a gun,” Barrett said with disgust.
“And why would I?”
“Boys, enough!” Colt hadn’t raised his voice much, but it was enough to convince the buck.
It bounded away, heading opposite the Mossbergs’ direction.
With a growl of frustration, Colt straightened.
“Nice going, Kimber,” Barrett sneered. “You know we don’t go home until we bag a buck.”
Without a word Kimber walked past the bush they’d been using for cover, snatching Barrett’s rifle away from him as he did so.  Colt sighed and started forward to stop his son. The boy couldn’t hit a moving target at that distance.
For a second, Kimber’s eyes tracked the bucks’ movement. Then he dropped to one knee, whipped the rifle into position, and fired.
The crack of it split the air, sounding like the echo of distant thunder as it faded away.
A single round entered the back of the buck’s skull and the animal dropped to the ground. It rolled once or twice under its own momentum.
Blinking with surprise both of the other men turned to look at Kimber. With as much gravity as a sixteen-year-old could muster, Kimber rose.
“Can we go home now?”


  1. Yahrlan said,


    Because ticked-Kimber wasn’t scary enough already…

  2. Seth Gray said,

    Lol. Each of the boys are pretty scary pissed off. Kim just happens to be a hell of a shot. ~_^

  3. Zappaz said,

    *laughs* That is awesome! Good going, Kimber.

  4. Seth Gray said,

    I might type up the scene in my head when they get home. It’s focusing on Barrett. Hee, maybe then I’ll think up one with wee!Wes. He’d only be, like, nine or so I think.

  5. jekloneo said,

    Kimber’s… well, just like himself, as usual. *wry smile*

  6. Seth Gray said,

    Of course he is. That’s Kimber’s whole shtick, after all. ~_^

  7. charisstoma said,

    Been out with someone during a hunt and this was so easy to step into. I’m surprised the buck didn’t bolt sooner though. *smile* While hunting is not a time for sibling arguments, but it was fun to read.
    Followed from your lj. Very happy I did.

    • Seth Gray said,

      Lol, well. I’m glad you did too. I wouldn’t be surprised if Kimber was trying to get the buck to bolt sooner.

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