Mesa Top Camp

T'cumu approached the frightened young mare slowly, an offering of freshly picked berries in his hand.

"Come now, Oklilinchi, I know you are hungry. Come to me my friend." He spoke in the soft tones he knew the mostly-wild animal liked to hear, even if they as yet held no meaning to her. At some point he hoped she would come to understand a few simple words, as . . .

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