Two men meet to discuss common enterprise.
"On the trails hunting with my father he once struck me peculiar. His anecdotes always of treachery, but that time he did his best to explain that which erodes with power and the consequence of being pitted against one another. He'd always shot clean but this time aimed for the lung. I remember it tasting particularly like hell and he said it was, 'so the animal could have a few more moments in the world.' We'd tracked the poor thing to where it fell choking in its blood. Right before showing it mercy he said, 'If you are wise you'll never repeat these words until you understand what they mean and when you do you better speak..."
This is a work of fiction, the product of the author's imagination used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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