The Hunting Accident
The hunter lay in the tall grass, a crimson river of blood flowing from the new hole in his chest across the yellow of his not-so-safe, safety vest.
His wife stood beside him, her hands crossed over her mouth to hold in her screams, while his two business partners ran into the clearing, rifles dangling limply in their grasp while they gaped at their deceased friend.
Could they have fired the fatal shot?
But another rifle lay on the grass of the campsite, next to a ripped open cache, most of the food gone, only wrappers and shreds of packaging behind.
No, this time the human went down, at the paws of his intended victim, the grizzly bear.