Caleb
For many years, only the forests had known, until recently when a few people were welcomed into the fold, but even they, seldom participated or witnessed the kind of peace only archery could bring to an otherwise troubled soul.
Roy slowly lowered his bow, his rough hands running over the equally rough wood of the weapon. One of his few treasured possessions, he had gotten it from the man who had taught him to shoot an arrow when he was in his later teenage years, Adahy had been just over fifty when Roy had first met the man shooting arrows, he was a Cherokee Indian, with an unmatched skill of the bow. It was during one of his many runs borne out of restlessness and boredom. He had just bare
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