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Down upon the Salmon River there was always plenty of good trout to be had
for supper, yes this whether in either winter or summertime.
So when feeling like a short ride through his beloved dark woods, this river
angling was perhaps more preferable than depleting his own stock.
Also as an even betterment to the trout, well in the late autumn, also in the spring
the very best of migrating spawning salmon were there to be caught.
Hell aye and these good sized tasty pisceans were captured in damn good
number at that.
Oh and all of this with relative ease to a well practised poacher such as Barak,
by either the trusty gaff or by longnet in that very same river.
None of these many fish caught were of course ever wasted, those not eaten
straightway were either dried and salted for another day or taken directly into the
town market; to be traded away for whatever took the slayers fancy.
As an extra bonus the heads and innards of these salmon were all fed to the pigs,
quite naturally these swine greedily gorged with relish upon these welcome bits
and pieces of flesh.
All in all, it would be true to say that the frightening looking giant along with
the young boy had both greatly enjoyed their lives of late, aye and all of this to
the very full.
In fact there were times, Barak thought often to himself that his former life of
war, bloodshed and savage butchery was no more than but a bad dream compared
as to how he now lived.
At the present time as well as trading in running dogs the young boy and himself
also dealt in fast well bred horses, expensive animals sold mostly to the few
wealthy Romans who still lingered on under the shadow of the wall.
As well as these fleet sighthounds and speedy horses, this unlikely duo also sold
for good coin only the very best of hunting hawks and the swiftest of falcons.
Furthermore this prosperous partnership also owned in the several corrals
situated here and there about their large lodge, a dozen or so fat shaggy long
haired, long horned cattle.
Here indeed were prehistoric looking things, these primitive beasts were brought
down from high up on the snowy western isles.
Captured and transported by men who as a norm looked just as wild rugged and
as unkempt as did these great snorting things.
It must be said the big Barak was particularly fond of these beasts.
Being so, the ogre valued them more than any other cattle which roamed not
only upon this island or be it any other of the many lands he had visited in his
past and vast wanderings.

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