Shadow Wolf Byrd (shadowwolf13) wrote,
Shadow Wolf Byrd
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Making Up

As she pulled the arrow back on the bow Jayne took a deep breath. She sighted along the shaft. The deer before her would easily feed a family. She prepared to release the arrow and the voices in her head began speaking again.


“Murderer.”

“Killer.”

“Destroyer of families.”


Jayne squeezed her eyes tightly closed. The faces of men she had once lined up in her sights swam before her. She remembered pulling the trigger on each and every one. They visited her each night in her dreams. Her mind has happy to fill in the wives, sisters, mothers … children each one had possibly left behind after she’d ended their life.


No. No more. She was no longer that girl. She had moved on from the war and all the horrible things she had done. She was making every effort to repair the cracks in her honor.


She cleared her mind and took another deep breath, slowly letting it out before she opened her eyes. Luckily the buck was still there. A sound deeper in the woods made him look up, giving her a perfect shot. The deer fell heavily to the ground.


Jayne got the deer ready to travel and rolled it onto the travois she unfolded from her back. There was a hut on the edge of the village that would greatly appreciate this tonight. She dragged it to the yard, careful that nobody saw her in the fading light. When she was as close as she dared she quickly rolled it free of the ties and folded the travois.


She slipped behind a tree and pulled the strip of leather from her belt. With a deft motion of her wrist she sent a rock flying. It thunked off the wooden door. Jayne watched from the shadows as the door opened. The young woman peered out; her son came to help her retrieve the deer.


Her husband had been lost in the war. Jayne couldn’t remember if he had been on her side or not but in the end it didn’t really matter.


Jayne watched the door close behind them. It wasn’t enough, it would never be enough to fill all the cracks in her soul. But it was a start.
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