8:24<\/p>\n
CRACK<\/em><\/p>\n Edward swivelled his head toward the ear-splitting sound that shattered the evening’s calm and quiet, and laid his ears back against his head. Two showy figures stood at the edge of the field staring across the dark clearing; glancing in that direction he caught a dark shape rolling clumsily into the bushes.<\/p>\n “Oh my,” he muttered. “I did warn him.”<\/p>\n Edward prudently backed a little further into the shelter of the bush he’d been occupying. Thinking this was another unneeded complication, Edward was already revising his plans. While he hoped the beaver was all right, to be honest he was much more worried that this was going to throw up yet another of the roadblocks he’d been plagued with over the last couple of decades.<\/p>\n Taking too much time and nothing ever going right: that’s how this whole disastrous project had been going since the first moment it landed in his lap. And now this. Edward hated it when people got hurt; it always bought an air of unprofessionalism to the proceedings and ninety percent of the time is was simply unnecessary.<\/p>\n And speaking of unnecessary, just who did these fools thing they were dealing with? Weres? Did they go home and whip up a batch of mystical silver bullets? Guns are the last refuge of the stupid and incompetent, in Edward’s opinion, and their appearance in this round was just another indication that he was dealing with the desperate and dumb.<\/p>\n The two figures had moved quickly across the field to the spot where the object of their target practice had disappeared. They seemed to be examining the ground closely but were showing no indication that they were about to attempt the bushes. Edward watched them for any indication of just who they were, but as usual, they remained indistinct and bereft of any memorable aspect.<\/p>\n I’d best be going. This isn’t gaining me anything and leaves me open to the possibility of being these fools’ next clay pigeon.<\/em> Edward backed slowly sticking to the thickest and lowest parts of the underbrush. A few moments later he turned and exited onto a shale footpath and picked up speed heading towards the lake.<\/p>\n The issue now was how to pick up the trail again. Edward might be the rabbit in this scenario, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a few tricks up his sleeve.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" 8:24 CRACK Edward swivelled his head toward the ear-splitting sound that shattered the evening’s calm and quiet, and laid his ears back against his head. Two showy figures stood at the edge of the field staring across the dark clearing; glancing in that direction he caught a dark shape rolling clumsily into the bushes. “Oh […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[29],"tags":[33],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5264"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5264"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5264\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5264"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5264"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/macblaze.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5264"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}