XXII.
Bridgette rode with the other rangers on their horses through the thicket with boar spears and crossbows, following the hunting dogs that barked and bayed loudly, in their pursuit of a fleeing pack of wild boars.
At the sound of a pig's screeching and a dog's urgent yelping nearby, she pulled on the reins.
There, in a bush, one of the pigs had become hopelessly tangled, thrashing about to no avail as it was being harassed by one of the dogs.
Bridgette sidled her horse over and silenced the pig with a spear-thrust through the neck.
"That's one!" She declared to her fellow rangers.
Two! She heard another call out in the distance. Three! Four!
