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By Ali Shabbiri 1820s

Trapper

By Ali Shabbiri

1820s

The forest of America

The Hunter shuffled forward in the leaves, gripping his rifle and looking around,

his feet were dipped in mud every step he took and his beard was hanging off of his mouth while the air blew softly passed him.

He was wearing nothing but animals fur, his jacket was made out of a deers hide,

his boots made up of leather and held together by rope and his pants were used from the hide of a stray wolf that they hunted down not too long ago.

He paused and raised his gun, there was a camp of raiders. They had mountains of hide and meat packed away in small baskets.

The Hunter smirked while crouching beneath some leaves, he raised his rifle.

There was a long pause

Silence.

More silence.

It continued to be even more silent.

BANG

One of the raiders lay limp down onto the floor, there was a shout and a scream, men were screaming in french random sentences like

"Jean est mort! Quelqu'un lui a tire dessus!"

" Prenez les peaux! Nous sommes voles!"

" C'est les Anglais! Leur apres nous!"

He quickly ran forward and whipped the second one with the rifle knocking him out, and then aimed his loaded rifle directly at the third man, with no where else to go,

the man began begging desperately for his life

" S'IL VOUS PLAIT! JE CONNAIS LES SECRETS! JE PEUX VOUS TROUVER UN BON ARGENT! CROIS-MOI S'IL TE PLAIT!"

"Quit yer pathetic beggin', ain't gon' do much."

"s-secrets! me, know me, me know secrets!"

"Secrets? What sorta secrets?"

"Is good, treasure, good good, qui?"

"Treasure eh? I'm interested."

The man quickly scrambled around his pockets and threw out a map towards the Hunter, he continued aiming the rifle at the french man before ducking down and picking up the map,

it was some sort of 'X marks the spot' map, he smirked and clicked the gun back towards him

"NO NO, YOU, YOU PROMISE!"

"I never promised to nothin', did I?"

" VOUS LE FILS D'UNE SALOPE-"

BANG AGAIN! The french mans body slowly moved backwards before flopping onto the floor. The Hunter smirked and wrapped the rifle rope around his chest to hold it up

"French bastards."

Whaddya y'all think of this? I feel I should've extended it a bit more but I wasn't really motivated. Should I make a part two or leave it there?

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