Home > Other > New Writings in SF 9 - [Anthology] > Page 19 New Writings in SF 9 - [Anthology] Page 19 by Edited By John Carnell One of the deer creatures came out of the Green and began nosing about a few yards away. My gun came up. But I didn’t kill her. I left my gun against the first tree and went to the north. <> * * * * ‹ Prev Next ›