Good, Ulrich thought, the fool believes I have put this feud to an end, perhaps when my men arrive we can lift the tree off him, then throw him down a very precipitous hillside, with his current injuries, it would kill him most definitely. Or maybe he will simply put a bullet in him and end his miserable life, he will not be to picky as to how his life ends, there is no need for me to scourge him, just as long as I know that it does. Now Ulrich would simply just wait, if his men come first I will continue to pretend to be friends, but only until I am able to end his life safely. Ulrich hoped the man lying near him would stay quiet, he detested this man and it took everything in his power not to insult him. Ulrich was wheezing, the pain was almost unbearable, over time the pain had not began to ease one bit. He felt like he could just let go and he would slip into the beyond, but surely he could not do that with his enemy still breathing. Ulrich lied still, staring up at the trees, waving in the wind, and thought for a second that he heard Georges breathing slow, but much to his disappointment, this was not true. Ulrich began to wondered what would happen if he were to die here, what would Georg do, would he continue to poach on his land, and if he were, would it go unpunished? The thought of this happening encouraged Ulrich to hold onto whatever life he had left. Much time passed and nothing happened, they both had a feeling of languor, and so they sat quietly on the cold ground, well, as quiet as you can be with a tree collapsed on top of you. Ulrich said nothing because he had no interest in talking with the man who he hated the most. And Georg didn’t say anything because he was listening intently for footsteps, or voices, or anything that would give him a sign that his men were coming. But Ulrich was beginning to get suspicious, if Ggeorge were to believe in their newfound reconciliation wouldn’t he have said something else by now, some stupid remark about what they were to do when they got out of this? His mind started racing, searching for something he could say that would further solidify Georg’s belief of this fake friendship. But right as he was about to say something he heard shouting, he turned to look in the direction it came from, praying that it was not Georg’s men, or wolvefs, wolvefs would be terrible. A feeling of relief settled over him as the figures came into view, it was
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“Quite indeed,” said Ulrich, almost sinisterly. “ They would do anything for me” The men all nodded in agreement.
“ Let us return home my men,” said Ulrich.
“But what of Georg sir?,”asked one of the men.
“ I believe you are in possession of a weapon, shoot him.” Georg began to scream, spouting insults and cursing him to hell, but it was quickly shut out by the bang of a gun.
“ Are you happy now sir, now that he is dead?,” asked one of Ulrich’s men.
“Not particularly, but I do not feel bad either, and I doubt there will be many pious words said at his funeral.”
Vocabulary
Precipitous: Very high or steep
Scourge: To whip someone as a punishment
Detest: Dislike
“Quite indeed,” said Ulrich, almost sinisterly. “ They would do anything for me” The men all nodded in agreement.
“ Let us return home my men,” said Ulrich.
“But what of Georg sir?,”asked one of the men.
“ I believe you are in possession of a weapon, shoot him.” Georg began to scream, spouting insults and cursing him to hell, but it was quickly shut out by the bang of a gun.
“ Are you happy now sir, now that he is dead?,” asked one of Ulrich’s men.
“Not particularly, but I do not feel bad either, and I doubt there will be many pious words said at his funeral.”
Vocabulary
Precipitous: Very high or steep
Scourge: To whip someone as a punishment
Detest: Dislike