Travesty

Chapter One: The Complicated Hunt

"Now, be very quiet," says Michael.

"Yes, I know," I say.

"Carston, do you still remember the procedure?" asks Michael.

"Of course I do, Michael, we've been through this many times," I respond.

"Sorry, just checking," says Michael.

"Honestly, I don't think we'll ever catch this beast," I say, "We've been at this for two days."

"In due time, my friend, in due time. All you need is to have faith."
"Can you both shut up and focus!" says Reid.

"Don't you talk back to your father that way," says Michael.

"I'm just saying, Pa. Don't mind me," responds Reid.

"Listen to the boy, Michael," I say, "He's right. We should be more focused. After all, that's a lot of meat that the camp needs."

"Look!" exclaims Reid, "There's an animal!"

About 28 meters away from us is a giant brown grizzly bear, staring at a deer.

"Here's the plan," says Michael, "When that bear goes for the deer, we'll engage and kill that animal. Stay quiet so you don't provoke it. Get your guns ready."

I put my binoculars back into my satchel, and pick up my rusty old rifle.

"This gun could use some gun oil," I say, "I presume that neither of you have any on you."

"No, but they're in our saddle bags," says Reid.

"Aren't our saddle bags with our horses?" I inquire.

"You two," Michael says, not allowing Reid a chance to respond, "Don't forget why we have come here. We're running low on supplies already, and we need this meat. I don't know if you can tell, but the year is 1915. For God's sake, the wild west era is coming to an end with all the civilization happening, as well as the industrial age. We can't even go out in the public anymore because we're wanted men, and so is our gang. Now please pay attention."

"That was a nice lecture you gave us," I reply, "But there's a bear that's about to attack a deer right now."
"I know. Get your guns ready," responds Michael.

I get my gun in position, ready with my finger on the trigger. That's when I hear gunshots firing.

"What's going on?" I inquire.

"Wait," Reid says as he looks with his binoculars, "Those are Silvins."

"Silvins!" I exclaim, "Why are they here?"

"Don't know," says Michael, "But we need to get out of here now."

"Earl!" shouts one of the Silvins, "What do I do with this bear?"

"Start skinning it!" a Silvin shouts, "Then store the meat on your horses!"

"That's our queue," says Michael, "Move quietly out of the forest, and we'll get our horses from the back. Now, follow me."

Michael, Reid, and I all began to move behind trees and maneuver through bushes, so the Silvins won't spot us.

"Hurry up and move this!" yelled a Silvin, "We've gotta get these meat piles back from here to the Dixon family, while it's still fresh!"

We are at a stand still right now. About five meters away from us are two Silvins in their grey uniforms, with gold badges on their coats.

Michael turns around quietly and whispers, "Be quiet, and wait it out. They won't be here for long."