Before he had made two jumps George slammed another 180-grain bullet into his chest, and again he stopped but didn’t go down.
THE MOOSE was standing shoulder-deep in frost-yellowed willows. Though he was on a slope nearly a mile away across the valley, we could make out with the glasses that he was big as a horse and had a ...
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