Ch1
I stared out the window longingly, leaning my elbows on the crusty wooden sill. My muscles ached for some real exercise. Winter had kept me inside for too long. I had a decent sized property, around 200 acres, as I had a deep love for the outdoors. But, the house was small-too small during fall and winter when I had to stay cooped up inside. It was a shabby place really, practically a log cabin. Every winter I promised myself I'd try to fix it up, but when spring came I barely stayed inside it, all promises null and void. This winter I really wished I would have stuck to my own promise. I scratched at the peeling white paint of the windows wooden frame, letting the bits collect on the carpet.
It wasn't the cold weather that kept me away from the lure of the forest, but the trigger-happy hunters that wandered into my property. It my own fault for buying the place with the best land but the worst neighbors. Every one of them, including the mayor, was a heavy drinking, beer-belly having, hunting maniac...in my opinion at least. I suppose me being the one that's being hunted by the beer-bellies changed the perspective a bit unfairly—but I still hated those bastards.
I stared out at the woods, thinking about how the bushes were still bare, making it easier to move threw the woods swiftly. I knew it was dangerous to go on a run threw the woods, being the end of the hunting season. The men who weren't satisfied with their trophies would extended the season to their own liking-and land was hunting ground no matter who owned it to them. I suddenly didn't care about that though. I HAD to go for a run, stretch my muscles and breathe in that fresh air. I told my self I'd be extra careful (god what a lie I'd told myself that time).