There’s a buffalo bull out there somewhere in the thornveld, his horns worn smooth as river stones, his boss scarred from a thousand territorial disputes, his body language speaking volumes about survival and dominance. He’s past his prime for breeding, but he’s still the monarch of his domain –...
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