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She dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloes

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She dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloes.jpg Our stages were now hung with slices of drying meatThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boatsOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boatsOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boatsOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boatsOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boatsOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boatsOur stages were now hung with slices of drying meatThumbnailswe women busied ourselves making bull boats

We made another crossing the next morning to fetch over the last of the meat we had staged. We returned about noon. The first woman to climb the bank under our camp was Scar’s wife, Blossom. She dropped her pack and came running back, her hands at each side of her head with two fingers crooked, like horns, the sign for buffaloes.