[This was too open to be the prime base of sulking or whatever it was that Bruce was doing out here. It wasn't defensible enough, though it looked like some Robin Hood encampment minus the girl. He wandered over to a place between two trees and dropped the dead deer there, dusting his hands on his pants.]
Making certain you're not dead in a ditch somewhere.
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Making certain you're not dead in a ditch somewhere.