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The deer, about 150 yards away, was standing deadstill, broadside, with its head turned toward them. It had a rack on it like a whitetail on the We watched as a family of rabbits fed voraciously on some fresh green shoots, and once Arthur held his hand out to stop our progress and we saw a small deer standing motionless in a patch of shade. Its head was turned away from us, its yellowish.grey fur ruffling in the early morning breeze. Then the wind changed and it caught our scent and bounded away in small, graceful arcs. As the sun rose higher in the sky, I became anxious; I hadn't thought to tell anyone that I was going out.When he saw the deer, wavering on its weak legs, and its head lolling from side to side, his stomach turned and the park became a dark void. Nearing the end of the park, the road curved to the right, and off to the left was a large open dogleg where electric line towers marched together towards the horizon, as far as the eye could see. This area was clear of all trees for easy access by company personnel. This was where the deer was, standing by itself, facing Michael. Michael noticed So.I stand there, debating. I take one small step forward, positioning myself to throw the knife, in case I need to. And that one small step is my mistake. A twig snaps beneath my feet, and the deer immediately lifts its head and turns to me. We lock eyes. I know that it sees me, and that it's about to bolt. My heart pounds, as I know this is my only chance. My mind freezes up. Then I burst into action. I reach down, grab the knife, take a big step forward, and drawing on all my skills, I reach He slowly levered a round into the receiver, being careful to avoid making a noise and at the same time keeping an eye on the deer. The buck was suddenly conscious of their presence and turned his head to face them. Thomas shouldered.his rifle, steadied on the stationary quarry and squeezed the trigger. The recoil made the rifle jump in his grip and the big buck staggered, fell to his front knees then struggled to stand erect. He turned and attempted to leap over a fallen log but his with the reflection of a snow cross and dun gray shadows—shadows of deer standing motionless at the opening of the aisled trees—come out from the forest at sundown to their drinking place. Lane of light? It had been a lane of delight; and that was what all life might be but for the Satyr shadows lurking along the trail. There were two or three little fawns, just turning from ash coat to ochre gray, nuzzling and wasting the water; and one of the year old deer had turned its.head and was Koskalaka was afraid and he turned to run. Leaves rattled all around him and he heard a whistling snort, the sound deer made when they were alarmed. Looking back he saw a deer standing where the Deer Woman had been. It was a female blacktail with a dark stripe across its face. 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The negro crouched, stole forward rapidly, trying to get to leeward; and behind him, apparently understanding the nature of the situation, Lucy slunk swiftly, her ears trailing the His.flashlight beam swung in wide sweeps until it stopped on the deer standing straddling a brown burlap bag. With a mighty roar the magnificent creature lifted its head and cried out to the stars above. Then it turned and with two powerful leaps bounded out of sight into the deep woods. Douglas pulled a flashlight from his belt and, at the same instant as did Wollston, shined the torch beam on the brown bag. “It's her!” Douglas yelled. “It's her!” Ignoring the deep snow and freezing ears,