Meals on Wheels

The boys did their part and Resin did hers as well. With the cloud of dust obscuring the pit, it was easily hidden from the stamped of bison. As the first of them fell into the pit, skewering themselves on the spiked staves, the rest splintered off and fled.

Skidding to a halt beside the pit, Resin looked down inside. Three giant bison were kicking and flailing upon the spikes. Their blood was seeping out into the dirt below. With the rest of the herd already out of sight, the trio could get to work with processing their catch. "Well done, boys," the big woman growled with pleasure. They would eat well and each of them could take home a bison pelt. A damn good hunt if she did say so herself.