Has entered the room. Please move to right or left to let us through. Continued from: Roll call. The rising sun was just clearing the first ridge when I approached his fallen body,Del Mar serrated blade in my hand.He looked up at me,his spirt was fading fast. He knew then, he had met his match. Of the many trails he had ran, the does he conquerd,the younger bucks he had beaten in to submisson, this was his last. I paused in respect to let him go to the "river of life" with his honor intact. The knife slipped in easily.When the hot blood hit the air in the swirling steam cloud I saw his spirit lift into the heavens on the wings of the Gods of the forest. The dawn was bloody.