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The other colors of fall

Several times a day, the forest echos with rifle shots.

Hunters bounce along the sandy roads in their little white Renault Expresses, often with a pack of excitable hounds just visible through the grimed windows. Even hearing the brassy peals of hunting horns, the unwary can be startled by a bullet of brown and white fur shooting out of the bracken to course its master's truck.

Teens too young to drive cars putter around on mud-spattered mobilettes, straps of their gun cases slung across their camouflaged chests like a beauty pageant contender's banner.

Around here, death comes in a rainbow assortment of colors.



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frigg
Oct. 30th, 2011 10:36 am (UTC)
Yup, here as well. Minus the horns. ;)
mnfaure
Oct. 30th, 2011 11:30 am (UTC)
It's rather cool to hear the horns; doesn't make you want to duck like the gunshots. :P
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