Buffalo's Head. 



N the floor, on either side of 

 my fireplace, lie two buffalo 

 skulls. They are white and 

 weathered, the horns cracked 

 and bleached by the snows and 

 frosts and the rains and heats of 

 many winters and summers. Often, late 

 at night, when the house is quiet, I sit 



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