Storming buffalo

I woke up alone and realised that my people had already left without me. I was a late sleeper and stubborn to wake up, so it did not surprise me that they had left me behind. The fire had gone out, and nothing was left behind except the dirt beneath my feet. So I picked up my sack and headed north. I saw their backs as they headed up the steep hill. They were walking up slowly, in small groups, with metres of space between them. I knew there were close to a thousand folk making their way up the mountain. They could not see far ahead, and they were reserving their energy, so they walked like stubborn donkeys, silent, quiet, with just their nearest and dearest in their hands. I felt guilty, or rather pressurised, to catch up, to show face, so I edged myself to the right where I was suddenly in a clearing. I wondered briefly why no one was walking there. It was so dusty that I could not see even two metres ahead of me. The next thought I had was filled with an image of a stor...