Winston set out with one of the AR-15s and spare ammo. He went east, Grandpa headed west, and Travis walked south. Between all of them, they had a decent chance of bagging a turkey, but Winston wanted to be the one. He needed to provide for the family, and his lover and his adopted Grandpa. He loved them and was grateful. He just wanted to be the one to shoot a turkey.
He walked slow and careful. He heard turkeys calling at a distance, but he never saw one. Time passed, and he got hungry and frustrated. As he ate a sandwich he brought, he saw a small deer herd, and he wondered if the family would accept deer instead, but they wandered off before he could get a clean shot. It was a thick forest, and clean shots were hard to come by. More time passed, and he walked, he was sure in circles.
