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The Sands of Time
By Red Tempest
Chapter One
This takes place on the planet Surnova during the end of their dinosaur period. The humans here evolved faster than did their counterparts on Earth
Hi, my name is Red Hawk. That was the first bird my dad saw when I was born, hence the name. I am the chief spear maker for our tribe. I have been since my dad was killed by the bite of a poisonous snake. I started learning the trade when I was four years old, that was thirteen summers ago. The chief spear maker title has been in our family for as long as I have known. My Dad was, so was my grandfather and so was his father.
There was a lot to know about spear making. I needed to know how to pick the right stones to chip into a spear head. I had to make sure and get the right shaft. Each hunter in our tribe takes a different type of spear shaft. Wolfgard our chief takes the heaviest and Stumpy takes the lightest shaft. I needed to have plenty of inventory, to take care of each hunter.
Then there was the ritual, where I captured a bird and gave the chant and released the bird. If the bird flies straight, then so will the spear. I had to make sure and pick the right bird, because each bird will fly in different patterns.
Usually when they go out to hunt, I stay back and help protect the women and elderly. The fire starter and the shaman also stay back with me. If we are planning to stay in an area for a while, then the tents will spring up, if not we sleep under the stars. The tribe was ever moving in search of food.
Usually once a year we head to the Great Meeting Grounds to mingle with other tribes. We trade with each other. Also the males of age look to take a mate. The females of age may be taken as a mate from another tribe. It was written in the tribe laws that are carried by the shaman, that we should not mate within the tribe. Nobody questions the tribal law.
At the last Meeting Grounds gathering, I met up with an old spear maker. He gave me a throwing stick.
He told me, "This stick has great magic in it. If I am worthy the stick would reveal the magic to me."
I played with the stick, but for the life of me, I couldn't get it to work. The stick wouldn't show its magic to me.
The tribe came to a great meadow. The were some giant bison grazing there. The hunters started a fire drive to trap the bison against the river. But one spot in the meadow was green and didn't burn like the rest of the meadow. The worst hunter Stumpy was there to try and block the bison escape. He failed when he stabbed at a big bull bison and his spear was just brushed off. The rest of the hunters tried to get there to help him, but they were too far away.
I have been practice with the magic stick. I was beginning to get the hang of how it worked. I could throw a spear farther than Wolfgard could. The problem was controlling the throw.
The hunters came back to the fire in the late afternoon. They were tired and hungry from chasing the giant bison. Just when they started to settle around the fire for the night, Wolfgard leaped to his feet with club in hand. A pack of wild dogs swept in to attack. The hunters went on the offence to protect the women. This was one of my few chances to use a spear or club without violating tribal laws.
One of the dogs got past the hunters and reached the women. I ran back and attacked the dog with a crushing blow to its head, killing it. The damage was done, one of the women was injured. It was Sparrow, Wolfgard's daughter. The dog had mangled her thigh and it was bleeding. The shaman and women were working on her leg to stop the bleeding.
We had food to last a few days. Dog meat was ok to eat, but did not give us the fuel and strength that bison meat does. The tribe rested for a few days. It gave me a chance to re-supply my shafts and stone tips.
As usual the need for food caused the tribe to break camp and wander in search of food. The strong survive and the weak and injured perish. Wolfgard led the hunters, the women followed, and I brought up the rear with a few other men. The women folk tried to help Sparrow keep up with the hunters, but they were falling behind.
The hunters stopped on top of a hill that overlooked the valley. In the meadow below was a woolly rhinoceros, a very dangerous animal with two deadly horns on its snout. The hunters approach the beast in a semicircle, pinning the rhino between them and the river.
The grass was green and too low to use as a fire drive.
The hunters were closing in on the rhino, when I got out my magic stick and heaved a spear at the rhino. The spear came off my stick wrong and just sort of wobbled towards the rhino, striking the beast. The enraged rhino charged the closet hunter which was Stumpy, goring him on his snout horns.
Wolfgard whirled and shouted at me, "You have broken the tribal laws for the last time Spear Maker, now you are not part of us. I banish you from our tribe."
The hunters grabbed all the extra spears and left me standing there. The women looked back at both me and Sparrow, as they followed the hunters. They knew that two lone humans didn't stand much of a chance without the tribe.
I stood there stunned at what just happen. I knew we needed to get back to the old camp site. I hoped that there were some hot embers to make a fire. I had watched the fire maker many times make a fire and knew that he used dead wood. I headed back there as fast as I could go, but stopped suddenly. I noticed that Sparrow wasn't following me.
I looked back and she was just standing still. I walked back to her and helped her walk back to the old camp site. When we got there, I started to blow on the ashes. I blew the ash off and got down to some hot embers. I then went into the woods looking for some dead wood. I got a couple of large branches and threw them on the fire. We both watched, but nothing happened.
"Break some of the twigs off the branch and put them on the embers," Sparrow said.
I followed her advice and soon I had a roaring fire going. Now I had a new problem, it was burning up the wood faster than I could get it. Soon I was throwing anything I could find, both dead and green wood. I notice that green burned slower than the dead wood. I went back into the woods and got a large supply of both types of wood.
My next problem was getting us some food. I took out my magic stick and the two spears that I had with me and went hunting. I got lucky and the stick worked fine. I brought down a nice buck. On the way back I passed an over turned tree. I could hear some barking and growling. The roots had made some type of a den and there were two pups in there. I grabbed them and took them back to the camp with me. I figured to tie them up. When the time came and we were short of food, we would have these two pups to kill for food.
We have been here for over two weeks and Sparrow's leg was healing to the point that she no longer limped. The two dogs have both grown, must weigh ten to fifteen pounds by now. I have modified my spears into large darts for my magic stick. I spent a lot of time working on this and our food supply was getting low. She brought me berry cakes for dinner.
"Where is the meat?" I asked.
"You haven't been hunting, we are all out," she replied.
I untied the two dogs, planning to kill one of the dogs to for dinner. She darted in, and snatched it out of my hands and dashed off towards the rocks, with the other dog in hot pursuit of her. That pissed me off and I chased her in anger. She stumbled and I caught up to her and the dogs. She turned around and her eyes got wide with fear. I turned and looked back.
There between us and the fire was a Sabre Tooth Tiger.
I should have never let a predator get between us and the fire. The cat knew it had us trapped. I slowly worked Sparrow back towards the rocks, the cat slowly walked towards us. Suddenly the two dogs attacked the cat. While the cat was busy with the two dogs, we raced back to the fire with the cat chasing us. The cat had killed one dog and the other was nipping at its back legs.
When we got to the fire and I grabbed my throwing stick and darts. When the cat came into range, I fired off a dart hitting it in the back. The cat reared up on his hind legs and I fired the next dart right into its throat. There was still a lot of fight in the cat, but the third dart into its side put the cat down.
I skinned both the cat and the dead puppy and gave the meat and skins to Sparrow. I went over to my pile of wood, and get some more wood for the fire. When I got back, she had some of the cat meat cooking on the fire for our dinner. I gave the surviving male dog a nice choice piece of the cat meat.
I had killed a few deer and now we had deer skins to lay on for sleeping mats, and the cat fur was a blanket. We lay next to each other on the deer skins. Sparrow was a year younger than me. She had brown hair and eyes, with a lithe body and budding breast.
She rolled next to me and gave me a kiss. She looked at me with those soft brown eyes.
"Red Hawk, please make love to me? I don't want to die, without knowing what it was like to have a man thrust his... his thingy into me," she asked me with a kiss.
I have never been with a woman and had no idea on just what to do. We both had watched our elders have sex. Most of the time the woman just bends over and the guy puts it to her from the back side. Every so often a couple will have full sex, where the man will suck on the woman's boob, and finger her pussy. But that was usually done in the privacy of a tent.
We both took our furs off and laid there next to each other. I leaned over and gave her a kiss, and squeezed her small breast. I pinched her nipple, which caused her to flinch. I rubbed and played with both of her boobs. Her little nipples stuck up straight and hard.
