Miss Collins: A Short Story

After her refusal to marry him, John Grady “saw very clearly how all his life led only to this moment and all after led nowhere at all”(pg.254).  The loss of Alejandra leaves John Grady with nothing to fight for. However, he encounters the captain and remembers the horses that were stolen from him. This remembrance of the stolen horses gives John Grady a new purpose in life, to find the horses and bring them

She felt a chill run down her spine as she had a sense that someone was watching her from afar. Slowly turning to look behind her, she looked out in the distance of the woods by her house. When she felt certain that no one was there she proceeded the rest of the way to her front door.

Arthur stood, hitched up his slipping trousers and retied the cord that made do for for a

Jake slowed his stride and took a deep breath, easing the sharp burn below his ribcage. The bloodstain and the hole in his shirt reflected the bullet’s damage. It had nicked him good, but he figured he’d still fared better than Duvall. The outlaw required doctoring and he’d probably head to the nearest town. Jake needed to warn the sheriff, but first, his obligation went to the civilian who’d trod into a gunfight he knew nothing about. For that, Jake owed him the decency to make sure he wasn’t hurt. He grimaced at the delay and closed the distance between him and the boy.

Kat’s hands trembled, and her throat threated to close off. He had to believe her. “Jake roped a calf . . .” She repeated the events of the shooting, tormented by her own confusion.

The character Sarah Daniels in Percival Everett’s short story “Wrong Lead” has clouded her mind with her obsession with horses instead of focusing on her marriage with her husband Clark which is falling apart. “she spends all of her time with that damn horse” (Everett 90) says Sarah’s husband to Jake. It's clear

“You little cunt, anot-” Is all the man could say as she closed the distance. Letting her dagger piece his heart, she placed her hand on his mouth. He fell back and died. She quickly cut their pouches and took their groat and sovereigns.

She dipped the cloth into the bowl of water and faltered momentarily. The plausible thing to do was clean his wound first, right? Then bath the rest of his body?

“Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ll fix that.” The wound was very large and hard to clean, but after a few long hours of hard work. Marcel had cleaned and stitched the wound.

concern for her and hoped she appreciated how quick he rushed to her aid. The cut she

she thought to herself. Without thinking of the possible consequences, she called out to the boy, “Why are you afraid?”

Regaining my composure, I decided to go investigate the mud hole where the sounds originated. Examining the mud hole area, I find it littered with horse hoof prints, along with standing water, making the identification of any footprints difficult. However, close examination of the area revealed two possible footprints. One possible footprint appeared to be made by something moving across the trail, not down the trail with the other horse

The troll charged like a frantic bull. Olaf wasn’t worried, he stood his ground and put the little boy behind. The troll bashed Olaf with his club, but Olaf did not shift from his position. The troll was big and strong, but he was no match for Olaf’s might. Olaf grabbed the club with one hand, and crushed it with the sheer force of his palm. He picked up the troll and spun him around like a helicopter, before hurling him deep into the mountain. The troll was defeated, and the boy was rescued.

Without another word, there was a loud crack and Damon lay on the ground clutching the back of his skull, Manson standing over him clutching the dropped rifle, its butt covered with a small layer of blood.

He began to prepare by setting up a series of traps and sharp objects for the Predator to cut itself on, and a hopeful failsafe. This showed how much trust he had to put in his research and general survival skills in order to bring down a much more powerful and unknown enemy.