Rifle gripped firmly in his hands, he crouched behind the bushes and took a moment to admire his prey. Long, silky manes; pure white bodies; powerful hooves; and spiral horns to top it all off. It almost felt cowardly to kill such a peaceful mother and colt—but ten thousand dollars did not. He raised his rifle and took aim. Suddenly, something sharp pierced his chest. He looked down and saw the bloody tip of a spiral horn. Then his vision faded to blackness.
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