"Alone Neil would have been in trouble; he was as dependant on his brother as if he was blind."
"Neil had said little in reply, but had faced up to the gun raised once or twice to emphasise threats."
As he knelt, sobbing in his quandary, the rabbit's squeals brought Neil rushing back. 'Are you daft right enough?' shouted Neil, dragging him to his feet. His voice, with it's anger, sounded forlon amidst the tall dark trees, 'Didn't you promise to leave them alone?' 'It's just one Neil. It's legs are broken.' 'And what if they are? Are you such a child you're going to cry because a rabbit's legs are broken in a snare? Will you never grow up, Calum? You're a man of thirty-one, not a child of ten.' "
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