The Austringer

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2019-06-24 11:22:22,
2019-06-24 11:22:28
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“Reid!” shouted Macmitchell from the fence.

Qadira Neilson turned around. She could see the old man standing there. He had come up alone, only his stag hitched to the fence beside him.

“Macmitchell, greetings,” shouted Neilson in return, “What can we do you for?”

At Neilson’s greeting, Ulkrit Reid stepped out of their lodge. He was an intimidating yeti. Standing a solid 7 feet tall and with strong square soldiers, he even had to duck through their lodging door. He was wiping his hands clean with a bloodied rag.

“Horace, you old dog,” he shouted.

“Reid, I must have a word with you and the girl,” said Macmitchell, “I’m afraid I have need of your services.”

“My services?” answered Reid, who walked down to the fence to meet the man.

Neilson turned and ensured the door to the Mews were firmly hitched shut before she walked down to join them. Reid was already questioning Macmitchell.

“It’s this coyote,” he started, “He’s taken three sheep already. I can’t keep losing them at this rate.”

“Easy, Coyote? A Wolf?”

“No, that’s just the thing,” said Macmitchell, “It’s a big coyote. Must me up from the mountains. Appeared around the time of that heat wave a week or so back. His way home must be blocked. He comes down from the mountains I ‘spect and has at my sheep.”

“Can you not handle a coyote on your own, Horace?”

“Not with just myself and my Nordenhund,” said Macmitchell, “However, a couple of fine Aegor could go up against one with experienced hunters.”

“I’m sure a single Coyote is no problem,” said Neilson.

“A single one, yes, even a big one,” said Reid, “But with Coyotes there’s never just one. How are you sure he’s alone?”

“I know what I saw,” said Macmitchell, “Please. I am practically begging before you.”

“Rest easy,” said Reid, “The girl has needed a hunt for some time. We will see what we can do about your Coyote problem.”

“I will be much obliged, Reid,” said Macmitchell, “Skolig.”

“We will pack up and head over to your pasture,” said Reid.

“I will be waiting,” said Macmitchell turning on his heels and walking to his stag.

With effort he didn’t seem capable of, Macmitchell mounted his stag and clicked to him to pull him away. With a final wave he was trotting down the road the way he had come.

Reid turned to Neilson, nodding to her, “Finish your chores then help me load the Aviary Wagon. I hope your rifle’s clean.”

“I’m ready,” said Neilson, hurrying off to prepare for the hunt.