Coming of age

…one of the braves, a sun burnished man with three wives and twice that number of sons, took me into his own hut and began to teach me the ways of the male members of the tribe. The birch bow and the slender lances they called lura; how to track the smallest to the largest of creatures and how to snare them and how to stampede the ones who were too big for snaring; the use of tinder and flintrock, and how to coax a flame from the belly of the earth itself; what a coming storm smelled like and how a party of mounted warriors sounded six leagues distant riding across the windwashed plains…

Notes from my current writing project The Book of Ten


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