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They had been in Africa, in the jungles of South America and beyond. Chris could take down any animal given the right equipment and Farley knew his boys didn’t take hunting lightly—it was more than just a sport to them. But what he had to teach them wasn’t the same as what they had already done in the past. This was greater than any game they had hunted before.
    “Yeah, Dad. We’re hunting already,” Jed said. Both his blond haired boys reminded him of their mother, bless her dead heart. They were three when Farley’s father taught him to do the kind of hunting he was about to teach them. Had Dedra been loyal to him things could have been different.
    “Nope son, that was just preparation. There’s nothing like hunting prey that can think and try to outsmart you. Tomorrow, we’re going after us some hikers.”
    “Dad?” Jed looked at him.
    “Remember when I told you boys I had to take out somebody who threatened our family?”
    “Yeah,” Chris said. “You said it was the only way to save the rest of us.”
    “It was, son.” He never told them what happened to their mother, just that she had died. In reality he had hunted her in the woods outside their home. She was going to take his boys. She was going to leave him. So he and his father took her out, blind folded, into the woods and turned her loose. They gave her to the count of fifty before they went after her. She was running so hard, and fast, but she, like the uninformed wilderness inhabitant that she was, couldn’t tell north from south if somebody gave her a compass. It hadn’t taken long to find her running around like a chicken with its head cut off. And when he found her his father had been right by his side. “Take the kill shot, boy;” he had said. Farley remembered that day so well. He remembered it because it was his first human kill. When he pulled the trigger and that bullet sliced through her head he felt so good he wanted to party. Of course he had to dispose of the body, cutting her up and disposing of her in his father’s wood chipper had been easy enough. Telling the boys there mommy had gone away to heaven had been easy too. Oh yeah, getting rid of a woman who had no family, and thanks to him moving her out to the middle of nowhere mountain town, had no friends, was easy.
    “Well,” he said. “My father taught me how to hunt like a real man—hunt prey that actually stood a chance of hunting us back instead of defenseless animals,” he chuckled. “I’m going to teach you all the same thing. There be some hikers just arrived on our ridge. What do you think of the new game?”
    “How many?”
    “Enough to bag a lot of trophies,” he said. “But let’s make it fun. Whichever one of you kills the most takes the bounty—two thousand a head.”
    “Sweet,” Chris whistled.
    “Winner takes all.”
    “What about the runner up?” Jed quipped. “Everybody knows Chris is the better hunter. What do I get for this?”
    “The pleasure of becoming a real man,” Farley said. He sighed. “Fine, the loser gets a five thousand dollar participation prize.”
    Jed shook his head. “Deal. Five grand can buy me that new gun I want.”
    “Oh hell, son,” Farley shook his head. “Why didn’t you tell your old man you wanted a gun? I could have bought that baby for you already.”
    “You wanted us to be men of our own. I thought that included gun purchases too.”
    Farley shrugged. “For my hunters I’d buy you any equipment you needed. Save your winnings for something else. I’ll buy you the gun when we get back home.”
    “Thanks, Dad.”
    Farley slapped his son on the shoulder and gave him accolades for his gun purchasing goal. His boys reminded him of himself when he was younger. The blond hair, the nicely lean muscled body and the love of the hunt. Chris had green eyes while Jed had taken after their mother with the light brown eyes, but both boys still had his jaw line, his younger body physique and his skill as a