It was upon that day the rain had finally stopped. A whimper cut the silence of the forest and the old woodsman turned his gaze downward kicking over an old hollow log. His heart sank deep into his stomach. He loyal companion and only friend, a round ball of muscle of bulldog whom he had named Rev laid there panting, shivering and pierced with two arrows. The woodsman's eyes began to fill with tears and rage equally.
"I'm so sorry boy" he said with a shake in his voice.
"I swear I will bring hell down upon the ones who did this to you. I'm sorry I wasn't hear when you needed me." the woodsman managed to get out through gritted teeth and a broken heart.
He buried Rev under a great willow about fifty paces north of the great river.
As the last scoop of dirt fell on to the grave the woodsman's heart grew a different level of cold, his brow hardened permanently upon his face into an unmovable scowl. Revenge is a powerful force and the men responsible for Rev's death were about to find out just how awful it would be to ignite the spark of rage within a desperate and wounded man of the woods.
"I'm so sorry boy" he said with a shake in his voice.
"I swear I will bring hell down upon the ones who did this to you. I'm sorry I wasn't hear when you needed me." the woodsman managed to get out through gritted teeth and a broken heart.
He buried Rev under a great willow about fifty paces north of the great river.
As the last scoop of dirt fell on to the grave the woodsman's heart grew a different level of cold, his brow hardened permanently upon his face into an unmovable scowl. Revenge is a powerful force and the men responsible for Rev's death were about to find out just how awful it would be to ignite the spark of rage within a desperate and wounded man of the woods.
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