Chapter 132

Ryan rested the gun barrel on the tree to ease the strain on his wrist. He squinted his eyes and aimed at the goat. Images of a whole roasted goat flashed through his mind. He was filled with excitement by the thought that they would have roasted goat for dinner tonight. However, the goat was too vigilant. It could sense the slightest movement or sound. The sound Ryan made while he rested the gun barrel on the tree caught the goat's attention. It lifted its head and stared at Ryan. Ryan's heart skipped a beat. It was over. The goat was about to bolt. Immediately, he pulled the trigger. A loud bang echoed through the jungle as smoke billowed from the gun barrel. But to his dismay, the bullet missed the goat and penetrated the tree next to it instead. The goat sprinted off as soon as the gunshot was fired. In the blink of an eye, it vanished into the woods, leaving nothing but emptiness behind. "Damn it!" Ryan cursed and slapped himself in the face. If only he had aimed slight