The Arctic legions
knife. All right, Yeyik, up on the rock."
They climbed the bowlder. Conroy picked up his Colt, reloaded it, and
then pitched Yeyik's knife away. Once more they squatted down, watching
the fleeting gray shapes relentlessly hunting the aged animals and the
weaklings, as the last of the herds milled past the rock.
An hour later, but for the two men padding over the hard-packed snow
toward the post, the Barren Lands was a soundless, lifeless void.
THE END.