The twenty-two in my hands let out a pop, and the birds evacuated from our section of the forest, maybe forever.
“What in the world?” Miss Silvers came darting off her porch, wearing her nightgown.
“Go back inside Miss Silvers,” I said. “I think I’ve cornered your rabbit, that’s been eating up your turnip greens.”
“That’s nice,” she said. “But do you really think it’s necessary to wear camouflage?”
“What, this old thing?” I pinched my shirt.
The rabbit leapt once, I took aim with my rifle, and pulled the trigger. The gun let out a crack, and the rabbit fell limp on the ground.
“Go get it Ellie Mae,” I pointed.
Ellie trotted up to the animal, and picked it up in her mouth, gumming it.
“What are you going to do with the rabbit now?” Miss Silvers asked.
“Well,” I furrowed my eyebrows. “I reckon I’m going to make stew. Jamie loves rabbit stew.”
“That’s my rabbit,” she put her hands on her hips. “You shot it on my land.”
“But Miss Silvers, you asked me to shoot it, besides, aren’t you a vegan?”
She stared at me.
I sighed, digging into my wallet, I pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it to Miss Silvers.
But she kept her hand extended, and cleared her throat.
“It’s a very, very nice rabbit,” she said. “Worth a lot more than ten dollars.”