~19 years old~

I crept through the woods quietly, light on my feet as I tracked the prints that marked up the trail. It wasn't long until I spotted the small deer grazing on the grass a good distance away from my hiding spot. Using my crossbow, I aimed at the deer's head before going for the kill shot... bullseye! I proudly walked over to the now dead animal and gave him a small thanks as I pulled out the arrow, and started pulling out the guts and intestines. It'll lighten the load I have to carry back to pull them out now.

I'd been getting really good at my hunting skills this last year, Quinton of course had a lot to do with it even though he was strictly impatient and a perfectionist. But I was able to get my first moose kill last season, that thing fed us for nearly all of winter. Quinton currently was in town fetching some parts he ordered for the truck, its been running a little weird lately. So I was alone in the area until he came back, it made me feel anxious that I was left responsible for the place.

I tied the deer's back legs together and started dragging it back towards the cabin, I still needed to skin it and cut out all the meat. I wasn't to far away from the cabin, maybe ten minutes dragging this guy behind me. The day was warm and sunny, perfect for fishing later if I had enough time. There's a river just a mile north of here that I've learned a couple good spots to hang out in. Seeing the cabin through the trees now, I also could hear a cars engine rumbling in the background. That was a fast trip into town? Still dragging the deer behind me, I emerged from the trees only to find out that it was definitely not Quinton who was here.

There was two cars pulled up front, some lady was knocking on the front door while two random guys were digging a hole a few yards from a white truck, some black logo on the side of it. The lady who was dressed in fancy business clothing, gave up at the door and turned around to meet eyes with me, gasping at my bloody hands and the dead deer on the floor.

"Oh good gracious!" she yelled, shielding her eyes from the gore.

"Can I help you people with something?" I asked her, dropping the deer and feeling my cross bow bump my elbow from where it was hanging on my shoulder.

"Forgive me for not wanting to shake your hand, but my names Lauren Hills, I'm a representative from-"

"Hey! You two keep diggin holes over there and You'll loose your fingers you hear me?" I cut Lauren off, yelling at the two random guys. The look of fear in their eyes nearly made me chuckle as they walked back to their truck and waited.

Before we could carry on with our conversation, A loud car horn filled the air. Quinton was back, having great timing as always. The truck skid to a stop as he angrily got out and started cursing at people.

"You must be-" the Lauren chick started.

"Take your sorry asses and get the hell off my property!" he yelled. She looked over to me, as if maybe I'd save her, but I just smiled and leaned back against a stacked pile of wood and watched with amusement.

"Sir, I just want-"

"Willow, go fetch me my rifle?" he said, stern on wanting nothing to do with these idiots.

The women looked over to me in fear as I stood up from seat. Before I even made an attempt to go inside she rushed back to her little company car and drove away, her friends close behind her. I gave them the middle finger as they disappeared into the trees and back towards civilization where they belonged. Quinton heavily sighed as he walked back to the truck and pulled out the parts he'd ordered.

"We've been seeing a lot more of those assholes lately," I told him.

We get oil chasers out here almost every month now with 'an offer we can't refuse'  just begging to be able to get their hands on the stuff. It's not hard to scare them off though, but they never seem to give up. Quinton only had to pull a rifle out one time just a few weeks ago. We'd been woken up early to the sound of machinery outside, an entire oil crew ready to begin drilling right away. They ran off within just seconds of seeing a groggy man half dressed and armed with a rifle coming straight towards them.

"Nothing we can't handle, now help me get this truck fix would ya?" he grumbled, popping the hood open.