It has been a long hot summer, the tepees are hot and dry and provisions are low. Not yet a sign of the herd on the horizon - they're somewhere in South Dakota.

One morning the ground will rumble, the dust will rise and we will hear the din of thousands of galloping buffalo hooves. The feast will begin.

So dance with the wolves if you wish but make sure to sharpen your spears, fill your quivers, save some dry powder, and patiently wait - fall is coming.

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