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Chapter 4 – Hilda Jo
“Irene?” Hilda yelled as she ran up behind Mitch, who looked like he wanted to jump through the living room window. Where did that woman go? Irene didn’t make it back to her place already? She couldn’t move that fast, could she?
But Hilda did spot a man strike a beeline across the snowy lawn. Well, Mitch had spotted him first. She loved that dog more every day. More food for him at dinner.
Then, without looking, the rifle in her hands ratcheted before she realized she’d performed the action automatically. Running to the side door, Mitch left the window and passed her so that as soon as she opened it a crack, he bolted to the front of Irene’s house like a shot, and Hilda could only run after him. The growling snarl commenced before she even rounded the corner of the house. She found the man on the ground, his forearms in Mitch’s mouth.
“Get off me,” the man said as Mitch tore at his bright teal hoodie.
Hilda aimed at the man on the ground. She’d always wondered if she’d hesitate with a human in her sights after hunting most of her life. If she could really pull the trigger. Her hands shook. The muzzle shook more, but with ten feet between them, how could she miss?