They all clung to me like leeches. Strong hands clutched my hair. With the strength of despair I tore one hand free from them and strove to pull the hands from my throat... With strips of dried buffalo hide some of them tied my legs and hands, while others looted the kayak.
Like leeches, they clung to me. My hair was held by strong hands. With the strength of despair, I freed one hand and tried to pull the other away from my throat... Some bound my limbs with strips of dried buffalo hide, while others looted the kayak.