The Dog and His Master.The hunter ran his hand through his greasy hair and loaded the last round into his rifle. He concentrated his vision through the scope and waited. He watched a pack of ferals about 200 yards to the east of his nest, "should I do it boy?" he spoke to his dog, "is it worth it". The dog looked up at his master, confused. the dog started to pick itself up from the nest when his master spoke again."I don't think so boy, if you kill one, what about the rest of em?". The dog looked at him again, disheartened. The ferals dragged themselves past ahead of his nest, along Highway 95, and the hunter wondered if the ferals had came this way already, b
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