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Chapters (76)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART I
  6. ONE
  7. TWO
  8. THREE
  9. FOUR
  10. FIVE
  11. SIX
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. PART II
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. TWELVE
  19. THIRTEEN
  20. FOURTEEN
  21. FIFTEEN
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. PART III
  27. TWENTY
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. TWENTY-TWO
  30. TWENTY-THREE
  31. TWENTY-FOUR
  32. TWENTY-FIVE
  33. TWENTY-SIX
  34. INTERLUDE
  35. PART IV
  36. TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. TWENTY-NINE
  39. THIRTY
  40. THIRTY-ONE
  41. THIRTY-TWO
  42. THIRTY-THREE
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. INTERLUDE
  45. PART V
  46. THIRTY-FIVE
  47. THIRTY-SIX
  48. THIRTY-SEVEN
  49. THIRTY-EIGHT
  50. PART VI
  51. THIRTY-NINE
  52. FORTY
  53. FORTY-ONE
  54. FORTY-TWO
  55. FORTY-THREE
  56. FORTY-FOUR
  57. FORTY-FIVE
  58. INTERLUDE
  59. PART VII
  60. FORTY-SIX
  61. FORTY-SEVEN
  62. FORTY-EIGHT
  63. FORTY-NINE
  64. FIFTY
  65. FIFTY-ONE
  66. FIFTY-TWO
  67. PART VIII
  68. FIFTY-THREE
  69. FIFTY-FOUR
  70. FIFTY-FIVE
  71. FIFTY-SIX
  72. EPILOGUE
  73. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  74. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  75. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  76. Newsletter Sign-up

He growled out into the night, and it sounded so realistic some of the men and women who had already gone off to sleep nearby shouted out for someone to kill the bear, being afraid for their lives.

“That’s when I saw her. A great big stag, bigger than any stag you’d ever seen before, and she—”

Something suddenly clattered above him, a pinecone or a rock or a boulder that sailed through the lower limbs of a tree and skittered across the dirt.

“Who threw that?” Stutely yelled, dropping the stick. Whoever had thrown the something was a coward and was already hiding. “Where was I? The stag. She was a beauty. Staring at me. I didn’t move a muscle and neither did she, and I could feel some sort of connection between us. So I stared at her and thought as hard as I could, don’t move, reaching out with my mind. I was in control of both of us.”

Little Hugh was amazed by the way he described it, probably because he had been sure to use a lot of fancy words that made it seem like it was happening right now. Stutely had always been really good at telling stories.

“Here, I’ll try it on you,” Stutely kneeled in front of little Hugh and opened his eyes extra wide. For a second it felt as if it was working. Then little Hugh laughed and flopped his arms around and stuck out his tongue. But Stutely hadn’t really been trying very hard. He only meant to have fun, because he was a fun person and people liked him.

“And that’s when it happened. The stag suddenly dropped dead. Just like that. But when I walked up to her to claim my prize, I saw she was stuck with two arrows, sure as day. See I didn’t kill her with my mind like I thought. Nobody can do that. No, all I had done was frozen her there, making her an easy target for these two other fellows out hunting as well. But I wasn’t going to let them take my stag, no I wasn’t. So I took my knife out of my belt and I went screaming at them, waving and yelling. But they weren’t no huntsmen, they were two archers with the Sheriff’s Guard.”

“No…” moaned Munday, even though he’d heard the story before. Or maybe he’d forgotten that part. Little Hugh smiled big and chewed on something in his mouth.