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A Lincolnshire Poachers Tale.

Where's Sal? She's somewhere out there in the dark. Unseen, unheard by game or or game keeper; she will not bark. When hunting she is silent' those gamekeepers get violent. Is that a person against that tree? Someone watching me? Something moved; or was it the breeze? Blowing branches? I'll have to freeze. Something brushed against my knee. It's Sal, we'll have rabbit for our tea.