I Hate It When That HappensChapter 7
Back at the cave I helped the girls drag the travois right on inside the warehouse-cave's entrance. The snag now was no place to hang our meat for skinning and mostly to let as much blood as possible drip out of it. At least I thought of it as a snag. They didn't. Apparently they weren't worried about letting the blood drip out, and I guess that made sense since most of the blood left with the entrails. They didn't seem to need or want to hang them up to skin them either. After another...