River weight

Bigfoot showed up half an hour after sunset.
One minute, I was alone. The next, he simply stepped out into view. He was huge. Not huge like a big person, but huge like a horse, with that same sense of raw animal power and mass. He was nine feet tall at least and probably tipped the scales at well over six hundred pounds. His powerful, wide-shouldered body was covered in long, dark brown hair. Even though he stood in plain sight in my firelight, I could barely see the buckskin bag he had slung over one shoulder and across his chest, the hair was so long.
“Strength of a River in His Shoulders,” I said. “You’re welcome at my fire.”


Brief Cases, Bigfoot on Campus, Page 173