“Ten-point buck at eleven o’clock,” Tim whispered. The creature grazed in a stand of ferns a hundred feet away, its back to them. It was an easy shot.
Joe took a breath and put his eye to the scope. He took careful aim and fired.
The rifle’s retort tore through the quiet morning, and the bullet sank into the deer’s flank. It stumbled but didn’t fall. It turned toward the shot’s source, all three eyes glowing red.
The two hunters retreated as a hail of eye laser blasts tore the blind apart. They were going to need a bigger gun.

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