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animals. Tyler couldn’t turn any animal away.
    Tyler moved down the hall and stopped at a dog enclosure with two tigers pacing in circles. A wooden sign with Sparky painted on it hung crookedly on the door. Tyler straightened it. What am I going to do with you two?
    “We can build a second tiger enclosure,” Frank answered as if he was reading his mind.
    “We don’t have the money for that,” Tyler said, not taking his eyes off of the tigers. The large one had patches of missing fur all over his legs and under his belly. His back leg was bleeding. Probably from gnawing on it. “We barely have money to keep the lights on.”
    “You should ask the government for more funding.”
    Tyler shook his head in frustration. He had been down that path so many times that it was worn to the ground. All he ever got was empty promises from greedy politicians. In the end very few checks arrived and when they did they were way too small. The only funding he received was some monthly donations from some kindhearted people, which was just enough to cover the food for all of the animals. Everything else came from the profits of his show. Every penny that he made from Bow Hunter went into medicine, equipment, repairs, taxes, electricity and hundreds of other things required, and which cost a fortune, to run a conservation center.
    “Better get the tranq gun,” he said to Frank. “I’ll check his skin.”
    Tyler sighed. A tranquilizer dart cost him $47 each.
    “I’ll get two,” Frank replied. “We’ll have to tranq them both.”
     
     
     

    “Give me good news Nate,” Al said, from behind his huge oak desk. “Tell me you got something. A kill, an animal attack, you shot an arrow into your foot. Anything.”
    “I got this,” Tyler said opening his laptop. He knew Al wouldn’t be impressed but he tried to act excited about it anyway. He pushed play and the large bull elk walked onto the screen.
    “Great a kill,” Al said, sitting up in his seat. “Finally.”
    “Well not exactly a kill,” Tyler corrected.
    Al’s smile faded. He looked at him over his glasses. “What do you mean? You’re right there,” he said, pointing at the elk. His finger pressed into the laptop making the screen ripple look like water. “I could kill that thing with my pen from that distance.” He picked up his pen and pointed it at Tyler as if it was a knife.
    Tyler shifted back in his seat. “I couldn’t get a good angle on him. It might not have been a clean kill.”
    “Who cares?” he said, throwing his hands in the air. The pen flew across the room. “It would’ve meant ratings. It’s just a stupid deer. I pay you to shoot sticks into them. Not to stand there like a dolt as it eats grass in front of you.”
    “I try to teach people how to go about hunting ethically. I’m not going to shoot an animal and watch it run off to starve to death after days in pain and agony just for ratings.” Tyler breathed in deep and tried to calm his voice. ”When you came to me for the show I said I’d do it as long as I can do it my way. Clean, ethical kills only.”
    “I said that you could do it your way as long as you got ratings.” He closed the laptop and pushed it away from him like it was poisonous. “The people have spoken. And your way is boring.”
    “So what does that mean?” His stomach dropped thinking of what that meant. Not for him but for his conservation center. There would be no more funding without the show. The animals would have nowhere to go and the government would probably come in and euthanize every last one of them. “Are you going to cancel the show?”
    Al studied him like he was a confusing art piece that he just couldn’t quite understand. “I have an idea that might spice things up.” He leaned towards the door. “Cara,” he yelled.
    Cara popped her head in the door waiting for orders.
    “Go get Kayley Brooks.”

Kayley
     
     
    “Absolutely not.” Kayley said, crossing her arms.
    “There’s got