The Eternal Lover

NU OF THE NIOCENE

Nu the son of Nu, his mighty muscles rolling beneath his
smooth bronzed skin, moved silently through the jungle
primeval. His handsome head with its shock of black hair,
roughly cropped between sharpened stones, was high held, the
delicate nostrils questioning each vagrant breeze for word
of Oo, hunter of men.

Now his trained senses catch the familiar odor of Ta, the
great woolly rhinoceros, directly in his path, but Nu, the
son of Nu, does not hunt Ta this day. Does not the hide o...