He-Who-Fights-Bears stood beside his onetime enemy and now
friend, Calming Wind.
‘Bears stood over six and a half feet, broad shouldered,
eyes that could turn black with a wayward thought. His solid silence in
contrast to Calming Winds’ slender, lean tautness.
Together since dawn, they had gathered whatever the hours
allowed them in order to see the day through. Both men aware of the unseeing
eyes passing them by.
As the sun tired of watching from high and eased itself slowly
to sleep, He-Who-Fights-Bears and his friend Calming Wind emptied the contents
of the small leather pouch they now shared, to inspect the day’s cache.
Five dollars exactly.
Enough for two hotdogs and a chocolate milk in the 7-11.
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