"An indigo sky deepened. A mile away, a herd of a hundred bison or more graze unconcerned. Seven left and walked single file toward the remains of the mother bison. They circled her twice, sniffed her, nudged her body, and tightened their circle as they lowered their heads. They stayed with her until twilight. Then the bison left as they came, walking single file back toward the herd--save one lone bull who stayed behind."❤️?#WhattaMan #90sInJuly