The Hunter

The snow covered the valley like a thick, white blanket, interrupted only where clumps of trees poked through. Kyle stood alone on the mountain peak. There was nothing but silence, a silence that seemed to penetrate into every inch of the valley. He took a deep breath of the cool morning air, feeling it sting his throat as it filled his lungs. It felt good to get away from all the work at home. It was difficult trying to start a new life out west. Since they moved out here three months ago, Kyle felt like he hadn't had a chance to breathe. He enjoyed the break from all the hard work. As he looked over the valley far below, he felt a twinge of excitement, knowing that he was probably the first one to ever look on it. He took a step forward toward the valley; the first on his long journey.
He couldn't help but smile as he walked, knowing that his parents weren't expecting him back for a couple days. He was free -- free to go where he wanted and do what he wanted. The pack on his back seemed to lighten with each step he took. He kept his eyes peeled, searching for the movement of one animal. His family was counting on him to return with his kill, and they had given him all they could spare in hopes that he wouldn't fail. He walked lightly, trying not to disturb the silence that surrounded him. As he stepped next to a short, fat bush a rabbit darted out and ran across the snow, leaving a trail behind it. Kyle was startled and jumped, but kept his cool, knowing his prize was much bigger and more valuable. He quietly watched the rabbit run off into the distance, then continued walking toward the valley. As he continued his descent, the trees grew larger and a river in the distance got bigger.
Suddenly he heard the sound of twigs cracking ahead of him. He reached up behind his head and pulled out an arrow. He quietly grabbed his bow and knocked the arrow. Then he saw it emerge from the trees a few yards ahead of him. It's brown body seemed to gleam in the sun, while it's big antlers brushed the underside of the lowest branch. It seemed to stand perfectly still, ensuring there was no danger around before it took another step. Kyle lifted the arrow and pointed it straight at enormous beast. Silently he drew in a breath then released the arrow. He watched it glide toward his target and easily penetrate the soft skin. The beast fell where it had been shot. Kyle walked toward it, another arrow drawn in case it moved. With a smile he realized he would be able to sustain his family for a little longer.