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Poor Man's Sheep

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Poor Man's Sheep

I love the animals I hunt, more than most would even understand.  I held his horns, feeling their rings and cracks. I stroked his mane, feeling his scrapes and scars.His skull was cracked at the base of his horn; it was fresh and red with blood, perhaps an injury from their recent rut. He was warrior and had fought well I am sure.

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