Kuro's Tales

Chunks of bark crunched in Glory’s weathered, gloved palms. She picked up the steel cable and wrapped it around the tree’s trunk. When it clicked in place, she tugged the wire. She wiped her forehead. Grinning, she said, “First shot.” Her father told her, “Getting stronger.” “Thanks, Pa. Where you takin’ it?” “To the treemaster.…