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“Snow Writing Time”

Three doe beds, melted down to bare earth, resided six paces distant. Late in the night, the trio took rest under a large red cedar tree, east of the ridge crest. From their vantage point the hillside dropped off to … Continue reading

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“A Lost Love”

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The “Movement Seminar…”

Tree tops huffed. Lingering white oak leaves rustled. Yellowed, pointed autumn olive leaves blew about. Red and lavender streaked the eastern tree line that blustery November morn in 1795. Buffalo-hide moccasins stalked north, in the lee of the wind, off … Continue reading

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“Morning Fox Squirrel”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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“…but seven balls left…”

“…I had but seven balls left, but as there was no trader near, I could not at present get any more. With those seven I killed twenty moose and elk…” (Tanner, 115) Wet snow lined even the dead cedar branches … Continue reading

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“A Long Walk Back”

“Snapshot Saturday”

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Another Prudent Choice

A moccasin weaseled under brittle oak leaves. Slow and deliberate, the other toed a mossy patch. A long gaze spied nothing of importance. A perched blue jay cocked his tufted crown, but held his tongue. Down the slope, in a … Continue reading

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“Perhaps there is a chance…”

Stillness prevailed. Half visible to the west, the evening sun blazed orange with an outer aura of lavender. A fox squirrel chattered where the hardwood hills descend to the young maples, then blend with the River Raisin’s muddy bottomlands. The … Continue reading

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