Hunted...

The man stood six feet and ten inches tall...
He stood over the nights campfire...
His long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, his sharp feral eyes scanning the area...
He reached into the campfire and found a cigar...
"Black and Mild" it read along the side...
He grinned a dark and toothy grin...
He lit the cigar and started off...
Soon his prey would be found...
an old friend that had left him years ago...
a traitor and a killer...
He was dangerous...
He had claws.... he had bite... so what?
So did he....
He pulled his heavy red jacket up to his shoulders and puffed his friends cigar...
He would have his hands around Carter's neck soon enough...
And then he would watch him beg for death....
But he would smile at him and say;
"No..."
The Canadian Rockies were a big place...
But not so big he couldn't find him....
After all...
Brothers are like that...