Like a Bushman

"The spotted hyena had probably heard the kill, and took off towards the sound to see what it could scavenge. It managed to walk off with a small piece of the hind section of the antelope, and used the convenient Mohave Highway to drag the hunk of nourishment the three or so miles back to its den, where its hungry pups were waiting. In doing all of this, it left behind a few cryptic clues in the sand, those clues waiting for someone, maybe a Bushman, or maybe just someone who wanted to be a little bit more like a Bushman, to happen upon them and to uncover this story of life and death in the bundu, before a vehicle drove down the road, the wind kicked up, a herd of elephant walked by, or it started to rain, and the story disappeared forever into the ether. .."