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A DIFFERENT KIND OF HUNT
Published by Lisa Williamson at Smashwords
Copyright 2013 Lisa Williamson
By Lisa Williamson
Darkness, blessed darkness. It covered the trail ahead and behind. Making it difficult for those following but easy for the one being followed. Eyes like a cat. Called cat the whole of a young life and now more than pleased part of the name was true. Avoiding hunters was easier when one could hear their clumsy footsteps, could see them in the moonless night.
Wyanet ran lightly, unburdened. Though she knew that soon she would long for those things left behind, now she just ran for the pleasure of it. No conforming to the rules and customs. No walking slow and demure, eyes cast down so no possible husband would see her odd eyes. Tonight she was free. Free to be what she was born to be. Whatever that was. She had no idea. She just knew that if she didn't run she would be caught. Caught and imprisoned until she was wedded and bedded to some huge, hairy, ugly man. She didn't care for that fate. She wasn't going to become one of the beaten down village good wives. Never thinking of more than pleasing the beast she was married to or the next child she was to brood mare for.