Yaj

Yaj was a bad man. He didn’t think so, but most bad men don’t. His thinking was someone had to hunt and kill tigers, might as well be him.

He heard the trap spring closed on what he hoped was the big sucker he had been tracking. Finally he might be able to call this hunt successful and collect the bounty from Mr. White.

But he was disappointed to stand over the closed trap finding something must have gone wrong. It was empty. Turning around, thinking maybe the wind, he resets the mechanism.

A sudden heavy shifting above.

He looks and finds himself staring into the satisfied face of irony.