The Raven lowers his head in the rain gallon.His beak breaks through the water surface.Raise the head, leaving the liquid in his neck.It dawns.The hoop has everything covered. The small farm is nestled picturesquely between meadows, fallow fields and
a grove besides the road. After he had a look on all sides reduces he again his beak.A drops dissolves out of the drain pipe of the gutter which in
ton opens. With a plop it hits the water surface. The Raven shrugs and short flies away. From the point
of contact of the drop is small circles forming rapidly to spread to the edge of the tub. Has him insecure or clearly audible beeping from the half-open window close?
Wiliam reaches out and tries to get the alarm. Too late. Anne, his wife
moans
surly and crawling deeper under the covers.
He softly murmurs an apology knowing that it is useless .He looks at her briefly.
Her character is a little plumper. She was never quite slim.
He regards her as to the page lies.Her hips look
even rounder. One felt a little excitement.
"rather not." Previously she sometimes liked these little raids. Today rather not.
He taking his clothes and sneaks into the bathroom.
The water is cold, the boiler is not yet an.Sparen!
In the kitchen, he sees himself um.Kaffee short? Takes too lange.Er drinking a few sips from
Water tap.
Quick milk the cows and then 2 ... He has day off.Im sawmill where he works,
visit currently not so much to do.
The
cows and a few reindeer that are currently on the north pasture .. Hmm my hobby.
He must smile.
"So you are a ... how shall I say a domesticated Same?" The reporter. Out
Stockholm after all. He arrived a few weeks ago it together
with Gunnar at the pub met with a filling station in.
The newspaper did an article on the integration, reality and future of indigenous
peoples publish.
"What are you?" Leo the gas stations and bar owner. Loud and rough his appearance.
"Do we have to leave now about vaccination? What do you mean, Wil?"
His booming laughter drowned out all his cronies. "Be reassured, my rump our
Wil is very healthy!": Knocking on it the shoulder.
The reporter looked half irritated,
half amused over to his assistant.
With her Wil did not expect.
She sits at the table opposite him. The short brown hair combed back
and a Pony bound. As it seems expensive and scarce costume flatters her petite figure.
"Such
a nice face. Fine trains and big brown eyes." Thinks furtive eyes he repeatedly.
The (probably) expensive perfume tickles his Sens. He tries to calm
Stay.
She holding a pen in her soft
hands and pressed at regular intervals to
Button pressure. She looks at him while he answers questions. She opens her mouth.
He begins to stutter ... and now Leo ..! And she likes to play with his weaknesses.
As punishment ..! In Stockhholm since she would now prefer. As she studied and later
in London with internship at the Times. Philosophy and Linguistics .. and then .. a gas
station in the province. A story that no one wants to hear
in the local section. "Mami look Papi's newspaper."
Let them their tap dance routine ... She sips the cup and screened in again and sees
him deep into his eyes.
He slipped nervously with his feet
... she knows it .. it does not need to look.
He pushes the latch to the side and enters the barn. A mixture of heat, manure,
urine and cow flows to meet him.
The two cows in patterns with prying eyes, wheezing noise producing through their
nostrils. His mind registered
this familiar, as the beginning of the day.
He throws some fresh hay in the manger and sweeping the manure away.
With one hand he pushes the first cow
something aside to make room to provide for milking.
If the stool back and sit down on it .He massaging the udder
and sequential pressure it leaves the first splashes to the ground bounce.
He jammed the kettle between his legs and begins to milk.
He still sees her
face. Several times a day. For weeks. One reason that it is not very happy lately.
The closable pot he is back to the pickup. The rest in the kettle he brings to the kitchen.
He has only spoken briefly with her.
The reporter was the actual interviewer.
"Do you like them here?": Well super ... original incident. He wanted to love to stand out from Leo's Level. She frowns and shakes her head. All other attempts fail. She gave him no chance.
The reporter: "Look more ago - or disadvantages in sedentary life?" William hesitated ...
Leo at the next table interrupts him: «Well clear advantages of course .. you could tell when shitting."
"In
winter it freezes out here the balls, and in the summer they eat the mosquitoes." Grinning after recognizing looking around the room. He did not like this city guys. Wimps all!
To the surprise Wiliams she turns her head, smiling toward
Leo and slightly ironic: "So scientific studies I had them not have expected." This winks his cronies to: "Did you see?" "Then you have to intellectually therefore come as I do."
"Ironically Leo made her laugh": he thought while the
fishing gear stowed in the car. Most recently, he pushes his still hunting rifle behind the seat. There is no hunting season.
Just out of habit.
Gunnar was waiting at the gas station. He chatted with Leo.
"Bring me a with fat trout!": Receives him Leo and reaching for the
Teapot. "Even 's coffee or ...": Leo winks to them. His beer banner is hard to ignore.
"Coffee is o.k.": the short answer
of Will. And he wonders how long probably take it still would have been drinking until Leo one day to the grave.Inside, it smells of stale cigarette smoke, stale beer and fresh bread.
"Had already at 03:00 out.": Buzzing Leo while
he acknowledged the milk supply.
"Trucks had 'ne flat tire" he explained without being asked.
He runs along with gas station and pub with grocery store even roadside assistance
in this district. All in all, he made probably the most money here.
Taciturn they drink their coffee. It's early and everyone is caught something in his world.
Furthermore, it would avoid Will that Leo
again rears him with the "deer".
"Just happens to little here!": It shoots Will through my head.
"The trouble is already big enough."
"Good hunting!" He calls after them.
Go silent to the lake. Your hunting ground. Like a mirror. It is wind at all.
They make the boat clear. Everything routinely, they know that. "We go?"
Will nods and starts the engine. The wind stings like needles
in the face. The boat
plows through the water. The chug of Foreign Borders drowned everything.
Gunnar pointing with hand towards a point where he believes to land a good catch.
Will nods and drives it to. The lake isnot very deep and the meltwater
still
somewhat cloudy. But towardsthe shore a bit clearer. Here we begin.
Take the first thing out of the baitfish montages. Sit down. "Tell me the okay
now next month?": Turning to Gunnar. "Hmmm!": He nods. "Man two weeks in Spain.":
Says this.
"Has probablywon the lottery." "Not exactly.": Here's the back.
"We and the children have time 'out." "You know!" Gunnar is of good variety friend, ask
the never wrong or too many questions. He turns to
his installation.
"What's wrong?" He had asked her when she came out Leo's store. It was 2 days after
the interview.
"Had to see your Will. ': Echoed this. "Quite a crush he had in this exotic creatures!"
"She would have just shrug the little finger and we would all run after her."
"So it is!": It flashed across her. That's why he was so passionate last night.
It was not her. He had betrayed her. In head only ... but that's enough!
It was nothing as usual lately. She said nothing. They refused to him.
"I will propose a your face when you again so tell you .. huge ass!"
He yelled at him when he saw him the next time, and touched his shirt collar.
It was too
late!
The pose wiggled the first bite. All spirits were gone. The fish served its purpose.
A few hours on the lake. Their senses are very Eject's bait and slide Wobbler playfully
through the water oriented sentiment is picking up something.
"Break?" Gunnar nods. You go in a small bay, they know the place.
here one has a beautiful view and the morning sun touches
the place almost first.This familiarity with the place and eachother, they know each
other from childhood doing
well. Rest, is a simple and good definition.
They smoke and watch the awakening of nature. It was a long winter.
Will lifted his head. Sounds are
widely heard here. These are
clearly assign human origin. They looked at each other. It's kind of weird. was not to
be expected as usual by forestry workers and certainly not by hunters.
Try to locate the direction. The sharp crack of a gun whipped the
air. -crouch
Both simultaneously and reach for their guns that are still in the boat.
"That was a pistol or revolver": whispering Gunnar. "300 meters and nods his head in
the direction of his presumption.
With the guns at the ready they
sneak through the undergrowth.
The loud voices are not to be missed.
Gunnar goes into a crouch as if shooting an elk. He points toward a small clearing.
Wiliam ducks behind a tree and pushes a branch over his face. He is a
hunter.
Two men in suits are armed with guns on both side of the clearing.
Before them kneel a tied man. He is injured and whimpering. They both
scream in turns.
If after him. Wiliam looking for Gunnar. He too is in coverage. Yet they can
not believe what they see. Suddenly laughs of kneeling on the ground and seems
to scoff at his tormentors. Almost simultaneously they open fire on him.
They give several shots at him.
The Kneeling bags in to together. His body twitches only by the impacts of the bullets.
Wiliam tried to stay calm. He has seen how people were shot. He has served with the UN.
But this .... , Banned he looks
further into the clearing. Instinctively he raised his gun to
his shoulder. The two shooters look around. There is a saying that says: "If you are
someone with high intensity observe it looks (the Observed) in your direction."
It seems to
be true. They raises the guns and looks it seems right in his direction.
Has they seen me? Wiliam has him already set and will not hesitate longer.The
heavy caliber rifle his tears one of them by the legs.
Gunnar fires
his weapon. Does not appear. The other ducks away and flees into the bushes.
Breathing hard to Wiliam leaning against the tree which provides the coverage
and looks at Gunnar . He is white as chalk. Then they hear the crack of a car door
and the roar of an engine .
They remain still unable to move for cover. The nervous flutter .
Wiliam vomits . He sits back against the tree lights up with trembling hands a cigarette
As an asthmatic he wrestles with his mouth open for
air.