Three Rights Make a Left

By KEN LEONARD

“Remember what I taught you,” Winston told his daughter. “Take a deep breath and let it half way out, then lead him just a little.” Leni did what her father told her. She picked a point just before she thought he would make the turn and send the arrow with it’s paralyzing tip airborne. She knew everything would happen as if it were in slow motion. One last check to make sure the red light was on and she let fly. She watched as the arrow and the flying buck converged at the same spot. It hit right in the front of the chest. The huge wings of the deer folded like a dove shot by a shotgun. It was no longer a flying thing; it was a missile that gravity held in its inevitable grip.

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