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Portrait of Raymond S. Spears Raymond S. Spears The Wolf Pack (Spears) — II. Pretty Shells Resumes Possession (1926)

The wolves were so close behind that she fancied she could hear the swish of their passing, too. There was a splash across the lake in the reflections of the trees. She had a glimpse of moonshine sparklings. She could see the shapes of the wolves when they came out of the shadows, like dark wraiths on the white sand in the gray light. She heard the snort of the deer’s labored breathing, and then a sharp barking of the pursuers as for an instant they seemed to be consulting what they should do now.
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Portrait of Raymond S. Spears Raymond S. Spears The Wolf Pack (Spears) — II. Pretty Shells Resumes Possession (1926)

She worked with steadfast patience, giving thought to each thing she did. She marshaled all her forces to fasten a bead the size of a pinhead on a gauntlet, or to drag to her cabin the long pole of a dead pine which took all her strength. Her watchfulness and knowledge were Indian, but her foresight and stores of food and firewood were white. She grained and knuckled the brains of the deer she had killed into the stretched skin, converting it into a beautiful piece of soft, tawny buckskin.
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Portrait of Raymond S. Spears Raymond S. Spears The Wolf Pack (Spears) — II. Pretty Shells Resumes Possession (1926)

She felt the crowding in of the dark woods whose shadows fell upon her cabin.
In the morning she went along the edge of the timber on the south side of the lake and found where the deer had been ambushed by the clever brutality of the wolf band. The deer had landed on a sand spit, partly grown to brush and shrubs. As the animal surged toward the cover of the woods the leader of the pack cut in from behind and doubtlessly had hamstrung the tired buck. And there the other wolves had charged in from the shadows to finish and devour.
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