20
Nov
14

43. Panic

The frustrations have been seething away.  Busting a gut.  Driven by irresistible urges pounding in the blood.  A boner that would not lie down.
Then the animal was let loose.  The hound had the prey’s scent in his nose.  The blood was up.
Could a man have missed the signs?

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