Eyes Claimed by Red

When he saw who had done it-who had shot his rabbit, who had dared to mention her-when his eyes took in the man who had claimed his vest at the crossroads, all they saw was a consumption of red hot anger. This piece-part two in my Bethyl Week series-is an altered excerpt from SSTL, my finished work. But it can be enjoy independently by those who haven't read the original story!