FATHER IS HOME#95

WINEKOVE, 1018 AD.

"Des, come over here and give me a hand," Father said.

I rushed out of the tent quickly and made my way to him. He was trying to drag a dead antelope toward the tent. I was surprised that he needed help because, typically, he could carry the antelope by himself. All he had to do was mount the animal's carcass on his shoulders. I was somewhat confused, but I kept my mouth shut because it was my father. If I made a complaint, he would indeed discipline me.

I made my way to him. He was holding the front limbs of the antelope, so I grabbed the animal's hind limbs, and we began moving toward the tent. The animal was heavy, but I couldn't complain. We arrived at his and his mother's tent. He kept down the animal in front of it, and I followed suit.

He sighed as he straightened his posture. A smile crept across his face as he walked towards it. A hand came upon my head, and he patted it. He seemed pleased with me. I guessed him to be happy with the helping hand I had gi