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does not want to eat him .”
    While dragging the carcasses back to their fire pit, Tomek recollected how the stalk through the orchard happened and admitted that even he could not see Drake inside the tangles of wood, seaweed and rocks. Drake realized that Tomek had no idea he was saving his brother’s life and Drake was not sure if that was a good thing or not. Drake knew that Tomek killing a man to save his own brother is much different than Tomek killing the man just to do it.
    “I found his blind and his pack,” Tomek said. “It was loaded pretty full. We need to go back and see if there are any supplies we can use. And now we have a gun.”
    “You know what Uncle said about guns,” Drake quickly retorted. His concern was met with a reply that was truer at this moment than any before.
    “Well, Uncle is not here, now is he?”
    No, he was not there. Yet Drake remembered back to the many talks they had about firearms with Uncle.
    “It is better to silently hunt with the disadvantage of a handheld weapon than to easily kill with the blast of a gun,” Uncle had said around the fire pit many a night. “There is no honor in killing with a gun.”
    Until this day, Drake never really realized how true that lesson was. For the simple fact that if the hunter had killed the buck with a bow, the twins would be still be sleeping.
    The dead hunter's wet clothes weighed him down as the twins turned the river bend just before their camp. Exhausted from the double drag job of both the man and the deer, the boys were not concentrating as they normally would on their stealth. This allowed neither to notice the canoe missing upon their return.
    Drake dropped the man at the banks of the river and removed his clothes while Tomek went back to the orchard to retrieve the hunter’s pack. They had been taught to utilize as much as they could from a kill and this would be no different.
    “Clothing is not natural and burns different than wood,” Uncle would warn them. “Never burn anything that is unnatural. The smell and the color of the smoke could alert someone to your whereabouts. Campfires are often ignored but trash burn piles never are.”
    Drake was now hearing Uncle’s voice more and more each day as the logic behind the lessons they were taught became abundantly clearer.
    The body was covered in driftwood as Drake ignited the tender kindling he had set as a base layer. It did not take long for the warmth of the blaze to radiate on his dark, blood-stained skin. Drake figured Tomek would see the smoke and return soon to enjoy the fire. Kneeling at the river edge to scoop up some water and begin to rinse his body, he saw Tomek’s reflection in the river. Drake anxiously turned around to see what kind of gear his brother had returned with.
    Boom!
    The bullet had grazed Drake’s cheek and removed the lower part of his left ear. Drake found himself now lying in the river, flat on his back. He lifted his head and deciphered the blurred figure. The hunter was alive and stood with his blue flannel shirt, orange vest and pants back on, grasping a shiny silver handgun, which was shaking in his right hand. The hunter yelled at Drake, but Drake could not make out the words. The sound of the running water mixed with an intense ringing in his ears only allowed him to see the hunter’s mouth moving. Drake attempted to get up, struggling onto one knee. Not knowing for sure if he was dizzy from the shot or if he was already dead.
    The feeling of the gun barrel pressed against his temple was one he knew he would never forget, especially if his life was about to end. The cold metal pierced through his hair as it pressed against his skin. He looked down into the river watching the blood run down from his ear and cheek and disappear into the current of the river. Drake's hearing partially returned in time to hear the click of the revolver's rolling drum magazine, which seemed surprisingly loud next to his damaged ear.
    With the barrel held