99-word fiction: Wanted
He looked out from the trees. Nothing moved in the thick summer heat. The field sloping down to the shallow valley floor shimmered and the waist-high corn lost all its ends and edges and blended into a carpet of green.
He heard dogs in the distance, the heat probably getting on their nerves like everyone else but he was happy it was only the dogs he could hear; for now.
A bead of sweat stung his eye and he blinked several times, not wanting to take his hand off the branch it held.
The other was on his gun.