The younger chews Skoal, shakes his head. They track through dusk its circling bloody sign drying dark on the floor of the ravine. Too bad he missed its ass,'' says the eldest. Always go for the heart,'' says the youngest. The cook stove coughs and fogs the tent.
Greasy venison lays cold on a tin plate.
The grandfather's eyes all red and runny. The boy cleaning his father's rifle. You came by yourself. Without need of their comfort. Your eyes open wide, Your fingers so strong.