Not a Trophy
“Okay, kid, you have one chance. Make it until morning and you can go free. If not, well…” His voice trailed off as he cocked his rifle.
Jake swallowed as he looked from the rifle to the man that stopped to help him with his flat tire. “You’re freaking kidding, right? Please don’t…”
The man rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, kid. Don’t be so stupid. You think those sharpened jacks wandered onto the road by themselves?”
“But… it’s illegal to…”
“Hunt people. Yeah, I heard that before. Have you seen the price of meat lately? A man’s gotta eat!”