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BOOM! The sound of a gun lingered in the sky, the ears of Buck raised high up the air. All of a sudden, Buck’s body became belligerent and full of consternation. The sense of gun powder unfurled in the air, Buck knew it was nothing good. He perambulated toward the opposite of where the timber wolves were going. Buck sensed blood near John’s camp. The danger was latent, but it was somehow so tangible that it could be happening right in front of Buck. He could see the camp just a few feet away, leaping into the dirt with his eye staring around what he had seen. The camp was a calamity, tents were ripped, arrows lying on the ground trickling down the bronze-made arrow shaft, and deep footprints made by bare foot. Buck followed the footprints which led to John’s territory. On the way, Nig lied on the ground with several arrows stuck in his back. Pete was no way to be found, but Hans was sitting beside a tree with his noggin facing down.

“YEARG!!!!” A shout was heard.

Buck saw that John was surrounded by a collusion of swarthy Indians, they were the Yeethahs. With a furious bark, the Yeethahs turned to stare at Buck. No matter how the Yeethahs looked at him, Buck just couldn’t placate his own wrath. The enormous wolf-like dog attacked the Yeethahs one by one. The first two Yeethahs ran off with their spears thrown onto the ground, but the last three were no coward. They tackled Buck all at once, but Buck sank his teeth into one of the man’s throat. The last two Yeethahs were still piled on Buck. Buck shook them off and the two men stood with their waist bending down. The two men circled around Buck, but Buck didn’t let the two men have any chance on tackling him. He leaped onto one man and bit his throat like a thirsty vampire, blood was pouring down the man’s neck.

The last man looked like the chief of the Yeethahs. He had a feather-made crown and had colorful clothing. The chief tackled forward, but Buck leaped forward too. Giving off a counter power repelled both of them. The chief lied on the ground catching his breath; the furious dog did not let the men have a chance to get on his feet. Buck leaped onto the man’s chest, but the Indian throttled Buck’s neck. Buck’s wrath did not let the chief continue the throttling; he struggled extremely hard that the man wasn’t capable on staying his hands on the neck of Buck. The man tossed Buck off his chest and stood up meanwhile Buck was getting up to his feet. A spear was lying beside the man, he grab the spear and threw it straight toward Buck.

However, Buck was controlled by his anger and too focused on the man; the spear sank into his stomach covered with fur that was polluted by blood after the last shot. Even though that Buck couldn’t stand well, he still sacrificed for his last shot. Leap, aim, and bite. The man’s throat was torn off like a piece of paper, blood splattered out onto Buck, but that was the last scene Buck could see until his vision blurred out. John Thornton was still sitting on the ground supporting his injured shoulder with his other hand, still gazing at the dramatic scene. Lying helplessly on the ground, Buck died in front of his master.

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