The New Era

A New Method

With Jacob gone, Helen screamed. She wrung her hands, and let out a painful screech at home. Galloway was drinking from her trough, when she heard her scream, and she gently gave a neigh.

Helen sighed. "Sorry, girl. I'm just so pissed off." She quickly massaged her neck, her fingers combing the horse's hair. In a instant, she saw everything. Serena, the friend, only friend she had, who betrayed her. Her crush, who was tending to love Georgia more and every day. Jacob, her servant, who was silent for a long time, finally spoke up. To her, everything was falling apart.

Galloway put her head against hers, licking her nose with her long tongue. She smiled, and gave a small laugh. Galloway was always there for her when she needed her the most, she was thankful for that.

She out her hand on Galloway's forehead, and gently closed her eyes. She was thinking. She was thinking of how else to hunt the animals, with Jacob gone, it would be difficult.

She remembered that when it was hunting season, sometimes her father would ever a little tired. He told her: "Sometimes, you ain't got time to hunt, dear. And that's when you've got to think with this-" he pointed to his brain, giving a timid smile.

He explained to her that one day, things weren't just working out. His cow, Belle, wasn't giving anymore milk. His pigs were refusing to eat the scraps he gave them. The sheeps were always hesitant to let him shave them. The horses, except Riley, were always running around, disobeying him.

Overall, he was a stressed man. And when he noticed food wasn't abundant in the home, he decided to go shopping. But when he realized he had little to no money left, he decided to do one thing: to hunt.

And so with Riley, he went into the depths of the forest. He was too tired to go, aim a gun, and kill a deer, and then drag it back home. He didn't feel like it. So instead, he planted some small traps, in and out of the forest.

"At first," he laughed. "All that I kept catching was some small unfortunate coyotes, foxes, and rabbits." He took the bodies unsatisfied, but he never put them to waste. One day, he had caught a buck in one of the traps.

It was still alive, and one of the hooves had gotten trapped in the trap's large jaws. It gave a low grunt and panicked. Then it noticed her father, and though it was its instinct to run away, it stood still, frozen.

"Just like a deer in headlight, it was," he told her, while Helen looked at him in awe. Then her father killed it, and with Riley, he dragged it back home.

The whole family was so thankful for his thinking. And Helen always thought of her father as a hero, and always looked up to him, with gleaming eyes.

When the thought slowly disappeared, Helen almost yelled. "I got it!"

Galloway, startled by this abruption, quickly staggered back.

Helen apologized. "Sorry, Gallo. Just got an idea, and if it works, oh God." She was smiling, shining all of her teeth. Her eyes were gleaming with joy, and she hugged Galloway.

The horse accepted her hug, but stood still. She didn't know what to do, she didn't even know what Helen had just said. But the happiness in her face had said it all, and for Galloway, she loved seeing her owner happy. And she would try her best to keep it that way.

"Move aside, fools," snarled Helen, as she steered Galloway through a crowd. "Come on, dumbasses. Learn to move!" She was considering to trample on of the people.

"Maybe," a plump woman said, annoyed, "you should stop taking your damn horse everywhere you go. It will save lots of space for you." A wide amount of people began to talk in agreement.