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“Before your uncle gets it, I'm giving this to you,” Grandpa said. “I've already talked it over with your father.” Jason took Grandpa’s favorite rifle. Named Foe Hammer by all who used it, this gun had nearly-magical properties in family legend. It had been in Grandpa’s possession for sixty-some years, but never showed a single sign of aging. “I can’ | The Monarch of the Forest A Short Story by Jonathan Brett Published by Jonathan Brett at Smashwords Copyright 2011 Jonathan Brett Smashwords Edition License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you re reading this book and did not purchase it or it was not purchased for your use only then please return to and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. The yellow bulldozer passed dangerously close to the fence along the back of Grandpa Oscar s yard. Jason watched the machine pass down a dusty access road into a wooded area that would soon be the biggest development in the history of the small Western Pennsylvania township. Jason jammed his hands into his pockets and slowly stepped up the uneven stairs to his grandfather s front porch. He opened the door feeling the familiar stick and braced himself for what was about to happen. Grandpa was a big man who had lived eighty-five years. He sat in a battered old recliner hands shaking as he opened a plastic can of peanuts. Jason s uncle two aunts and his father sat around the room. One of the aunts said Uh-oh as soon as Jason stepped through the door. How are my gold-digging heartless relatives doing today Jason asked despite his father s warning look. Jason s uncle who was almost as big as Grandpa jumped to his feet and swore. Didja hear Jay Grandpa asked. They want to put me into a nursing home It s for your own good Dad one of Jason s aunts said. He thought of her as Toil and the other as Trouble. You re eighty. You need round the clock care. No he doesn t and you know it Dad said. Jason leaned against the wall. How much did the developer offer this time Aunt Toil glowered at Jason while Aunt Trouble smiled. Jason hated her smile. It meant that she was up to something. .