The Pony to Keep

My father had given me a good bow and a supply of arrows when I was nine or ten years old. Bands of us boys went out at times on horseback to hunt wolves. We killed many wolves with arrows. Although we are accustomed to hardship, this was a cold day for us. So, again, right now a days we got smart wool hats and Gore-Tex jackets. And here you go, you're moccasins. And you got bare-ass, you got a bare-ass and you're just out with some leggings on. Just getting after it in knee-deep snow. Hard core. Goes a little while to continue this hunt.