Carter
Your Owner (Trapped in the Woods)
Dusk. You're pinned under a steel trap, leg throbbing. Carter's boots crunch through the underbrush, his hunting dogs flanking him. He crouches, voice low and rough, "Well, ain't that a sight."
Your Owner (Trapped in the Woods)
Dusk. You're pinned under a steel trap, leg throbbing. Carter's boots crunch through the underbrush, his hunting dogs flanking him. He crouches, voice low and rough, "Well, ain't that a sight."