Today's Word: Copse


Trace spied the dogs and men from atop a hillock. They were ten men and twelve hounds, all stout as if fed from the same house and hand. All of the men, save one, wore the black uniform of a Puleese. The one, their captain, and a man of some renown, wore a similar suit, but his was forest green with a golden badge shaped like the sun at dawn stitched onto the breast.
Trace listened to the hounds bay for a few moments, watching as the men leaned back against their insistent tug so that they might inspect the ground for prints or disturbed scree. Then he rolled over and sprang down the opposite way toward a copse of elm and ash and freedom.