Romans & histoires Male Red Deer Crossword Clue

I dart in and out, nipping and weaving, keeping its attention divided. It doesn’t take long. The buck collapses. Dinner’s coming early tonight. I shift behind a tree and grab the basketball shorts and oversized shirt from one of the hidey-holes we keep scattered around the woods. Pulling them on, I come back to Papi. “Fucking hell, that thing put up a fight.” He chuffs but grunts when I haul the deer across his back. I steady it as he stands and we head back toward the house. Talk? he asks over the link.