It was getting late, the orange of the sun was bleeding through the trees.  After a long day of tracking, and ultimately capturing her target, Rozelyn couldn't wait to get home.  It wouldn't be much longer but she could feel the weight of  her rifle getting heavier and heavier with every step.  The chirping of crickets would soon fill the air.  She walked along the wooded path, taking in the last rays of sunlight, longing for the co...