© BY B SHAWN CLARK -
His eyes were clenched tightly shut.
He waited for the final blow and the flow of that warm liquid he felt spreading on his chest to turn into a torrent.
He asked the Great Spirit to commend him to that place where small boys slain by their fellow creatures of the forest go when their time has come and they would no longer feel the earth beneath their feet.
After a few minutes of laying there, the she-
With a long pull that took most of the strength he had left he retrieved his makeshift blade lodged under the breastbone and through the heart of the beast, no doubt impaling her through the force of her own weight when she pounced upon him.
Then there was that sound again, coming from the thicket . . .