Amongst the cavernous roots of a tree, Wyatt waited, muscle in his jaw ticking in time to the thick pulse in his throat.
Who was this man talking too? Him? Had he somehow been spotted? ...Or maybe he wasn't alone. Maybe this man was the bait of sorts, and somewhere else a partner was waiting....
A bead of sweat rolled down his brow, leaving a damp, itching wake along the side of his face. His fingers tightened on the staff of the spear.
It wasn't something he'd put past a man like Aunamee.
The footsteps paused, he slipped along the root, glancing up and over, marking the lanky shoulders yards away with his steady dead-aimed stare, before ducking down again.
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Who was this man talking too? Him? Had he somehow been spotted? ...Or maybe he wasn't alone. Maybe this man was the bait of sorts, and somewhere else a partner was waiting....
A bead of sweat rolled down his brow, leaving a damp, itching wake along the side of his face. His fingers tightened on the staff of the spear.
It wasn't something he'd put past a man like Aunamee.
The footsteps paused, he slipped along the root, glancing up and over, marking the lanky shoulders yards away with his steady dead-aimed stare, before ducking down again.