The teenager to his left said, "You rich kids have all the best equipment."
Wolf bristled feeling his face turn red. He turned to face the speaker "I'm not rich."
"You go to a rich school."
"There are a lot of rich kids, but I'm not one of them. I was adopted by one of the teachers."
"Well, that bow of yours is mighty fancy."
"I had to hammer horseshoes for two weeks for it, and I make my own arrows."
"That bow is worth more than that."
"I believe you're right. I don't know why they didn't just give me a long bow. They seem simpler to make. I've never had anything this good before."
"What's it like?"
"It's got a pretty strong pull all the way and you can use long arrows."
"No, I mean the school."
Wolf had to stop and think about it. "It's hard; twice as hard as my last school an
