Timeless |

09. June 1st, 1940

Just to Clarify: Beaumont McKinley always loved to hunt. He always has ever since his father given him his first cross bow when he was younger. Ever since he was young he felt like he was in the woods most of the time to hide himself from reality. Even to this day, he would always escape to the woods to think or just to relax.

He hasn't been out in the woods ever since early April, he believes that Evelyn Hawthorne has kept him sane. He has never felt the urge to escape lately and for once he's happy that he hasn't but at the same time he did in fact miss this place.

The forest hums with life all around him. He does a giddy twirl about, gazing up at the canopy, searching for the birds that sing sweetly. The sun breaks through the cracks, lighting up the dirt path ahead of him, decorated with outgrown roots, wildflowers and fallen leaves that crunch beneath his combat boots.

Their green leaves and flowers offer a sight the beauty of which is beggar description. He silents his footsteps the further he wanders down the thick carpet of leaves which muffles his footsteps as he made his way deeper into the woods. The air was thick with the scent of spring leaves and damp earth.

Beaumont felt at peace being out this far, he loves the scenery most about the woods. It's not the same woods he brought Evelyn down two weeks or so ago. He had brought her down a lane that his mother would bring him which had more taller trees and bushes of flowers that went for miles.

It was the hill tops of Texas that he brought her up to, he enjoyed the day out with her, minus the rain but he did enjoy the company. He needed it even more due to it being his mothers birthday and he needed someone with him that day. He didn't end up telling Evelyn the reason why he wanted to go for a walk.

He just didn't want the reminder that his mother was gone and he wasn't.

Beaumont shook his head at the memories swarming into his mind. He instead whistled softly when his dad was a bit ways back. He had found a bush of berries, and he could tell they were all right. He packed a couple and looked up at his sons whistle to see what he had to say.

Before he could gesture anything, they heard ruffling of a bush. Beaumont placed a finger on his lips to tell him to hush it when his loud boots made enough noise to startled the prey. He then crouched and moved toward the noise.

He grinned seeing one of the neighbouring farms turkey has gotten out. Snorting a laugh to himself, he remembered those stupid ass birds used to get out all the time. His mother would always bring 'em back the neighbors, but Beau-mont wished his dad and himself would have just cooked them up when they seen it first before her.

"Oh heavens, another one of Mister Carpenters turkey got out again?" His father sighed, shaking his head.

"What are you doing?" Beaumont questioned when he saw his father placed down his cross bow on the ground.

"Bringing it back to them."

"Why?" Beaumont questioned but deep down he knew that it has something to do with his mother. His father give him a look which Beaumont knew instantly.

"We always bring it back to them." His father replied back to him, creeping near the turkey but Beaumont slaps a hand on his chest to stop him.

"No, mother used to bring it back to them. We always wanted to bring home the turkey." Beau-mont pointed out, placing his cross bow at his back before folding his arms across his chest.

Johnathan sighed, looking down at his feet with a clench jaw. Beaumont can see it on his fathers place that he doesn't want any debate. He was going to do it either way, even if his son begs him and tries to persuade him as much as he wants.