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“A Cottontail Morning’

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Sharing the next step…

A distant crow cawed. Msko-waagosh shuffled sideways. A fox squirrel chattered. A crimson cardinal exclaimed, “Whit, whit, tsu, tsu, tsu, tsu…” A shiny, silver needle pierced the weathered canvas. The needle’s length grew short. The eye slipped through the weave. … Continue reading

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“Kindling a Morning Fire”

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Finally Hanging Canvas

The Northwest gun leaned against a small red oak, its girth the same as a brass kettle that trades for five beaver pelts. The open-topped, Ottawa-style shot pouch hung from the muzzle, as did the bison powder horn. Two steps … Continue reading

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“He made it through…”

An old doe snorted. The unexpected warning came from the far side of the big swamp, a ways uphill from the maple at the bend in the trail that hugged the swamp’s edge. The unmistakable sound rolled up and down … Continue reading

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Was it significant enough?

Three hen turkeys walked north. Frost-covered leaves crackled with each footfall. The last bird, the largest, sounded like a white-tailed deer half-sneaking across the flat at the base of the hill, twenty-five paces distant. Brilliant spears of sunlight darted over … Continue reading

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In a Heartbeat…

Curled, brown oak leaves clung to twigs. The dead top’s branches pointed up the steep slope: the splintered base rested ten paces from the keg-sized trunk. Halfway up from the fork, a natural, man-sized indentation offered respite. A few acorns … Continue reading

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“Minding the Island Trail”

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