The Rogue's Rescue

The rusted blade of the hunting knife slammed through the tough scales of the small river fish, pinning it against a flat stone. Della exhaled a ragged breath, a cloud of white mist in the biting morning air. Her calloused, dirt-stained hands moved with practiced efficiency, slicing the meager catch into smaller pieces. She slid the blade out, skewered the meat through the center, and rested it ov