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a/n: The Keoni of this chapter is Tito's brother, the future Keoni Sr. Sorry for such a short contribution; I've been busy, and haven't updated in a while.
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The boar squealed and convulsed after the arrow hit it, then it did something Keoni was totally unprepared for: It regained its footing and charged directly at the two hunters, snarling. But Tito stood at the ready, spear in hand, and just shoved the point into the writhing, slobbering beast until it could go no further. He had found the monster's heart and it took less than ten seconds for it to die.
"Woah! Dat's a beeg buggah," Keoni observed. "Feed da family fo like two weeks fo sho, brah!"
"Yeah," Tito replied. "He been causing us lots of problems. Tearing up the taros and the mangos and the papayas; Mommi would have a fit if he ever got to the nonis. Good thing we got him. But how we gonna get him home?"
Tito had a good question. Taking down a wild beast was one thing; transporting a four hundred pound carcass was another, and they were the better part of two miles from home. Such things have to be taken care of rather quickly, lest the meat spoil.
"We can put him on a big stick and drag him between two horses."
"We got jus one horse, an Miyake took his when he wen mainland!" Scratch that.
"How bout motorcycles? We got three motorcycles at the place," Keoni urged.
"Reality check. You jus one man, brah. All da oddah guys still workin in da office," Tito dismissed, as he set about finding a suitable branch for hauling the boar.
"Gimme time. I'll be back in one hour or so," replied Keoni as he marched into the woods.
Sure enough, in about an hour's time just as it was getting dark, two motorcycle headlamps could be seen advancing through the brush. Driving one was Keoni, and driving the other was a little wisp of a girl, eight years old: the brothers' cousin Noelani.
"Oh cool! You got that mean ol' pua'a!" she exclaimed giddily.
"If we hurry, we can get him cleaned and put in the freezer," Keoni explained. The two men had the pig tied to the stick in no time, and fashioned a harness for dragging him by two motorcycles.
"Noelani?" asked Tito before they shoved off.
"What is it, Tito?" she asked.
"I think you better ride with Keoni, lil cuz. His side needs more traction."