The cold seeped through his gloves as he ran his hand along the fence, assessing how best to free the deer. He thought of grabbing a pair of clippers from the shed, but a new concern gripped him. If the buck was still nearby, the danger of an attack was real and immediate.
Allan froze, scanning the darkened edges of the yard. Bucks were unpredictable, especially during this time of year. One wrong move could provoke an aggressive charge, turning his rescue attempt into something far more perilous. The knot in his chest tightened, indecision creeping in with the icy wind.