It's a very small bow. Who is it for?"
"Turtle," Many Horses replied with a mischievous smile. "At my age, there is little pleasure in life. It is time I watched my grandson learn to shoot. I and my friends are placing bets. I have two horses that say he will shoot Warrior in the thigh. Old Man thinks it will be in the rump. Want to wager?"
Hunter's smile turned wry. "I don't think so. If I recall, I told Warrior that would teach Turtle how to shoot."
Many Horses nodded, then quirked an eyebrow. "So it's thigh I'm wagering on, eh? Hmm. Sometime today, bring your yellow-hair by to meet me."
"Why?"
"She may want to bet with us."
"My yellow-hair?"
Many Horses grinned. "If Turtle aims a little high, think of all the grief he might save her."
Hunter gave a snort of disgust and left the lodge.
"Turtle," Many Horses replied with a mischievous smile. "At my age, there is little pleasure in life. It is time I watched my grandson learn to shoot. I and my friends are placing bets. I have two horses that say he will shoot Warrior in the thigh. Old Man thinks it will be in the rump. Want to wager?"
Hunter's smile turned wry. "I don't think so. If I recall, I told Warrior that would teach Turtle how to shoot."
Many Horses nodded, then quirked an eyebrow. "So it's thigh I'm wagering on, eh? Hmm. Sometime today, bring your yellow-hair by to meet me."
"Why?"
"She may want to bet with us."
"My yellow-hair?"
Many Horses grinned. "If Turtle aims a little high, think of all the grief he might save her."
Hunter gave a snort of disgust and left the lodge.
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