AscentChapter 8 Of The Journey Four Breasts
It was just minutes before sunrise and the sky was draped in a skin of purple when I stepped outside through the entrance of our hut. The morning air felt cold against my skin and a penetrating chill shot through my veins. I relieved myself then went back inside to eat. After breakfast we packed the travois placing the sleeping furs, tarp and poles on the bottom as a platform for the other items. After everything was organized, I noted a problem. The problem was with the spears. The new...