JackW-Cave+Story

__**The Buffalo Hunt**__   __**by Jack W.**__

They were almost here. You could here the rhythm of their feet. Pat, pat, pat, pat, pat, pat. We have been waiting hours for this moment. The buffalo run with the wind on this cool September day. My names Dub. I have long blond hair and sea blue eyes. My dad Blue Arrow is the chief of our tribe. The first buffalo came into sight. He was about a mile away. Another three minutes until they would be here. My guess is that there are at least 100 buffalo. I felt like yelling. Crouching for hours is not very easy. This could be weeks worth of meat. All of us had to do our job. My dad is a good hunter and is the leader of our tribe. I saw his hands go up. This was our signal to be dead silent. As his son I have the most buffalo in the whole entire East side! I'm only eighteen, but with my triple shot arrow I can kill a max of 6 buffalo. Here they come. I load my bow with three arrows. I wonder how many buffalo I can kill?