Mc Tavish the Hunter: Chapter one
**Warning may be slight limes in later chapters**
Chapter One: The Trial for Honour
Edward Mc Tavish was born in Edinburgh, Scotland, and raised in the highlands as a young boy. He started his own successful food chain; called Mc Tavish's Restaurant at the age of 12, where he offered high quality Scottish cuisine over most of the UK and some of Europe. He had a revelation! More like he read a news paper article, but still, it was a revolutionary idea. Scottish cuisine in Canada.
It has been 15 years since this revelation, and he has been living in Canada for 7 of them, managing his still highly successful chain from abroad. During these 15 years he has opened 20 restaurants in key parts of Canada. He also pick up a new hobby, hunting; specifically wolfs. He prized himself with only the best kills, and soon became famous.
"So Edward, how's was the annual hut yesterday? Win anything?" Asked one of Mc Tavish's well known friends and hunting partner Sam.
"First Prize, brought back the biggest Alpha out there!" All of the men cheered at his great accomplishment, as they often did in this very pub.
"Amazing, how'd you do it?" Asked another friend, this time George.
"Well, I stayed as quiet as possible behind the bush and shuck up on it, poor thing didn't even hear the shot!" All the men then laughed hysterically. Suddenly a man came in soaking wet from outside and shrouded in the ominous black of the door frame, he walked up to the group of men until you could barley see his face in the dim light of the close fire place.
"You Mc Tavish are a liar!" The stranger stated. Shocked Gasps went up throughout the bar, some of the more burley men, who had only heard of Mc Tavish's famousness, stood up read to defend his honour.
"And how is that?" Asked Edward calmly.
"I saw what you did! Peter was not killed in a bear accident, you shot him." Now most of the bar was up standing, some were walking towards him slowly.
"You must be mistaken, I shot that Wolf from behind a bush and-"
"Another of your amazingly captivating lies Mc Tavish!" The group were now surrounded by men each with a weapon of some kind.
"... Dragged it all the way back to the Judging stall. Many of you caught up with me as I was returning, from a completely different direction from peter."
"What gun did you use to kill the wolf?" Asked the stranger.
"My prized double barrel shotgun of course, why?" Replied Mc Tavish.
"Because the bullet found in the deceased wolf was that of a classic bolt action rifle, not of a shot gun. This was also the gun found at the scene of Peters Demise." A small bead of sweat rolled down Mc Tavish's face, the people surrounding them suddenly paused.
"Hey aren't you that judge from the event?" One of them suddenly spoke.
The stranger moved into the full light of the fire, "Yes I am the Judge, instructed to find Mc Tavish, and issue him this notice:
Dear Mc Tavish
You have two options,
One: return the prize to its rightful owner.
OR
Two: Bring back the body of the HEAD Alpha male of Jasper national park
Yours sincerely, the Hunting commission."
Every one stared at Edward, "I refuse to admit to a crime that I did not commit, but if it will prove to you people that I have the skills to own that award, I'll do it!"
Without another word Edward Mc Tavish stood, grabbed his coat and gun, and calmly walked out the thick atmosphere of the pub.
"They know nothing." He said as he started his truck and made a course to Jasper National Park.
