Thirsty
He reached down slowly and picked up the arrow that had fallen, careful not to make a sound or lose sight of him. Nock and draw, his new take-down bow wasn’t as powerful as the compound bow he left at home, but from forty feet, it wouldn’t matter. In less than one breath, smooth and unhurried, he released. As the bowstring sang and faded, he watched the bobcat go down, twitch twice, and lie still.
James stood, nocked another arrow, and slowly circled toward the cat, never taking hi