This week with Arlene and Jeff:
...As he stared at the vast plain, the wind picked up considerably for a few moments, causing some of the areas with the high grass to look startlingly like waves on an ocean. Shit, that grass could conceal anything. Well, if these fuckers don't migrate, I'll have plenty of food - if I can just kill without getting my ass skewered by those horns, or stomped into mush by those pissed-off locomotives that look like buffalo. Then there's that black thing that might be this world's version of a panther that, with my luck, will be trying to eat my ass while I'm stalking my dinner. Well, they told me that the life expectancy here wasn't great. Looks like they damn sure weren't kidding.
There were a few trees scattered about the plain. Finding a good sized one on a small rise, he sat with his back against the tree chewing on a piece of antelope jerky as he wondered how he would go about killing one of the buffalo. Shit, even if I did manage to kill one of the full-grown bulls, I'm not sure I could manage to get the hide back to my cave - at least in one piece. He chuckled aloud at his choice of words, mental though they were. He had meant keeping the animal hide in one piece, but that could apply to his hide as well...
Have a goodun;