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Hers to fix. They scrambled up the rise, flinging themselves over the top, grabbing for handholds. Eyes wide, the they stared at each at each other, trembling, desperately trying to quiet the sound of their gasping. The faint odor of copper, dirt rubbed over the blood, smearing it, cutting the scent. Their mother had pushed them out the back, whispered run for the berries. They could see two horses roaming near the barn. They ran. The sun was low. It was near time. they had to be fast. The dogs stopped so sudden he fell forward, cursing. He pulled his rifle, settled into his hips, waited in silence. Whatever it was, was making noise, not aware of them. Fleeing? Hurt? He stepped in front of his animals to protect them. In the dimming light , the shadows were backlit, moving fast but not with grace. “Best to stop there.” “Pa, Pa.” His heart stopped and flew forward, no longer inside him, a good thousand feet up the trail, wrapped round and round his . When his body followed it, the dogs followed him … “The horses are gone.” “They’ll be around somewhere, lessn’ they took off home. “ “shit, that’s a thought.” “Think she’s up to cookin'?” “If’n she can stand.” They laughed, wandering off to find their mounts. … The dogs were let loose at the rise. The set in the sled. 4 dogs slid to the right, 4 to the left. The Mountain Man took the cut in the middle, letting himself in the back. She was standing all right. Stew on the stove. Her eyes so wild, he didn’t dare touch her. “What are you doing my heart?” “Making stew for the men. You need to step out.” “I’m back now.” “This is MINE to fix, husband.” He nodded.  He heard footsteps on the porch, moved silently into the shadows, watching as she placed bowls on the table. Filled cups with coffee, cut bread. The men, set down like kings. They ignored the woman. They ate the stew; she refilled their bowls. It was just about halfway through the second bowl that the first man looked at her, really looked at her. She moved back quick as a cat. Her husband stepped out then, rifle raised. “If’n you want to live, you’ll let my husband take you to town. ‘Course you’ll be tried for thieving. Penalty is worse. Or you can die sittin’ right here. It’ll take a while, but I’d find it pleasurable to watch.” She opened the doors and the dogs entered, all teeth and claws. She slipped their guns from them, handing them to the Mountain Man their hands entwined for several moments before she straightened hers, walked out the door to find her , the lead on her heels. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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there are moments when even kindness can shatter you. honoring that in another is knowing them of the heart. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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They ain't the Brady Bunch...  Nice family... but scary!  You write the best stuff. . Someday I'll try something like that, but it definitely won't be as good. 
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Dog food or .... Vive La Difference
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Great read, as usual. 
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What a great story Wicked.. ty hugssssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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Just what is it about dogs that's scary, and then the food and the gun- I am not going to town after all; it's not safe (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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