Autumn's HammerAutumn fell like a hammer this year.Autumn's Hammer by fireandchutes77
She thought it instead of spoke it, as her cheek melted ice crystals in the sand. Thought it instead of spoke it, to keep the long rifle nuzzled against her other cheek from shifting. She rolled up slightly on a loose bit of cheek flesh and gently rested her right eye against the telescopic sight, closing her left. Her vision narrowed to a small circle surrounded by solid black, superimposed with a glimmering red-dot crosshair. A small HUD consisting of a rangefinder and a needle swinging though an arc of degrees glowed in the upper right corner. The image blurred beyond a hundred yards, rising and falling minutely with her breathing. She squeezed her left hand out from beneath the M-582's stock and carefully turned a white dial atop the scope stack. The image brightened and sharpened suddenly, revealing a sea of long, swaying grass husks, edged up with the last dying embers of sunlight. She could see individual seed pods and vein lines of th
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