Haunted Wood its a long way down

he was not seen, but buffalo knew the other did not fear; the movement of sable limbs said as much. and so with a low snicker the red-cloaked thing turned into the wood, perusing with slow, slinking steps toward the stranger. perhaps he wished to be seen, perhaps not; it mattered little to buffalo, who had fixed the meet in his mind as a sordid little game.