Meadowlark Prairie XXXV

they were upon it.

wolverine, who had taken his message well, now turned the horse with her shining teeth.

red woman took the great throat in her hard grasp and tore.

and warbler maimed the animal; its scream was piercing and scudded across the face of the plains, scattering as if it were made of flying hail.

it was a sound that told the man to leap, and so he did so.

warbler needed a name that defined this which was their moment.

thorn caller.

augur reared on powerful haunches, leaving the ground for a moment.

his massive jaws closed around the animal's muzzle.

his gigantic weight dragged the horse sideways to the right as he met the earth once more.

claws on four paws cut harsh furrows in the earth as the the animal fought with its draining strength to continue its slowing flight.

blood rained upon him, turning ash-grey to billows of poppy spatter.