As the cold wind bit into his skin Ben hunched down behind a tree for cover. Flecks of snow fell all around him slowly changing the color of the landscape. He glanced behind him and could just barely make out Trent hiding in the bushes. The man gave him a thumbs up and Ben couldn’t help but smile. He had learned a lot from Trent. He could travel through the woods while barely making a sound, and he had nearly snuck up on a rabbit the other day. Trent showed him a patch of blackberries hidden in the woods and was starting to teach him what plants were edible and which were dangerous. Yet the thing Ben wanted to learn most of all was how to shoot a gun and how to hunt. That was why he was on his current mission. His father always kept the ammo for their gun in the glass cabinet near the living room. Trent was low on ammo so they couldn’t target practice with his, but if Ben could get some ammo from his father’s gun then Trent agreed to go target practicing with him.
