“Downtrodden and heartbroken the young warrior left that hunt empty handed. He was so discouraged that he even failed to trap a rabbit for his dinner later that evening.
“But that was many annuals past. Now the warrior was an experienced hunter and could hold still on the rocks for hours before growing tired.”
Old Man Jones coughed, and was brought back to the campfire. Blaze was looking at him intent, hungering for every word. TJ and LyAnn were holding each other close and rolling their eyes. Tiffany was wrapped up in her dad’s arms fast asleep, Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson were sitting close together, sharing a blanket with Tiffany. Byron and Susan were a world away, dreaming of their life together, holding each other close and whispering to each other.
“Lucky for the warrior, his wait was not that long. A herd of elk approached the spring.