GRIPPING WITH A CRATE FULL OF SKINS

The air was thick with a whiff of cured flesh. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead as he gingerly lifted the burdened crate. Inside, a pile of skins glistened in the pale light. Each one a remnant of his recent journey. He knew these hides were more than just products. They were a testament to his prowess. Individual one a story waiting to b