he other man followed at his heels.
Each man carried a rifle.
paused to gaze at the squat moose-hide sack.
The man cursed and flung the empty gun from him. He groaned aloud as he started to drag himself to his feet. It was a slow and arduous task. His joints were like rusty hinges. They worked harshly in their sockets, with much friction, and each bending or unbending was accomplished only through a sheer exertion of will. When he finally gained his feet, another minute or so was consumed in straightening up, so that he could stand erect as a man should stand.
The bull snorted and leaped away, his hoofs rattling and clattering as he fled across the ledges.
till its first trickle ceased at a divide.
His lips trembled a little, so that the rough thatch of brown hair which covered them was visibly agitated.
smouldering dimly, almost obscured by
I wish we had just about two of them cartridges that's layin' in that cache of ourn," said the second man.
