Interlopers

lookout for the prowling thieves whom he expected of being afoot from across the land boundary
Peering through the tree trunks and listening through the whistling and skirling of the wind and the restless beating of the branches.
The two enemies stood glaring at one another for a long silent moment.
Each had a rifle in hand, each had hite in his heart and murder uppermost in his mind.
A fierce streak of the storm had been answered by a splitting crash over their heads.
They could not leap asid a mass of falling beech tree.
Could you reach the flask if I threw it over to you?
I don't drink with my enemy.
I can see figures coming through the wood
Let's shout for help
Is that your men?
Wolves

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