“E.T.L” by 1John Dale Renton
E.T.L.By John Dale RentonMarat wheezed and coughed. The wind was gaining strength, biting at his ears,numbing his lips. He looked down towards the frozen creek that wound its way throughthe valley. He would have to try that way. The deer slung over his shoulders weighedtoo much to carry uphill, to the tree line.Half way down the slope, crusty snow gave way beneath him and he fell on his back, banged his head against the carcass. Black circles danced at the edge of his vision.The touch of snow flakes on his eyelashes stirred Marat awake. His head poundedand he rolled onto his side, retching. The light had faded, leaving the valley in deepshadow. Marat struggled to his feet, rubbing his left arm. Stabbing pains in his bicepsmade him grunt but he forced them from his thoughts. Marat had outlived his sons. Hetired quickly, walked when once he would have run. His woman had to chew his meat.But Marat could still hunt. The deer proved that. It would silence the young ones.Marat stooped and caught the deer by the hooves. He heaved and a hammer blowon his chest sent him staggering. He looked around in surprise.
?The hurt grew worse. Marat pulled at his furs and bared his chest. Ice cracked beneath him and he felt himself sinking. His feet found the bottom of the creek but therewas no sensation of cold. Marat closed his eyes and lay down.INCARNATION MANAGER LOG : THREAD TERMINATIONEXTRACT :