GRIPPING WITH A CRATE FULL OF SHEETS

The air was thick with the scent of animal hides. Beads of perspiration dotted his brow as he gingerly lifted the burdened crate. Inside, a jumble of skins glistened in the pale light. Each one a memory of his recent journey. He knew these pelts were more than just commodities. They were a representation to his ability. Each one a story waiting to