A Deer in Headlights

“Ain’t seen anything like it in all my seventy-two years,” Oldman said.

“Reckon we scared it to death?” Elliot asked his grandfather, gesturing to the deer frozen in the middle of the road.

Oldman released a huff of breath into the chilled November night, examining the fog rolling past his lips, “Reckon, or it froze to death.”