“Buffs”

“Snapshot Saturday”

A French woodsman crouching behind a downed tree limb.

The French woodsman paused behind a downed tree top. In the distance, seven furry brown shapes ambled east. When he saw the beasts he crouched, displaying a seasoned hunter’s instinct. “Buffs,” he whispered to his companions, “Buffs!” New France, the last days of January in the Year of our Lord, 1755.

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