Distant clucks teased. Elk moccasins danced around the broken down top of a white ash tree. When the tree fell it bent earthward six or seven red cedar trees with trunks the size of a stout blacksmith’s upper arm. The open sky above this tragedy nurtured an abundance of autumn olive sprigs, most sporting half… Continue reading A Toll for Re-Living History
Stepping Through Time’s Portal
Ears appeared first. An eye, a snout, a turn of the head came next. Two large oak trees and several fallen branches blocked the doe’s body from view. Two hoof-falls brought a head bob and a twitch of the ears as she looked to the east. Three steps, a sniff of the cold December air,… Continue reading Stepping Through Time’s Portal
“Winter’s Meat”
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“First Meat”
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“First Day Vigil”
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“Tending to the Fowler”
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“It Sounds Like a Trade Gun”
Black powder rose in the brass measure. The charge tumbled to the breech of the pristine barrel. Excited fingers rolled a few strands of wide-bladed green grass into a ball, equal in size to the hand-cast round ball. An index finger pushed the wadding into the muzzle. The leaden sphere rested on the matted grass.… Continue reading “It Sounds Like a Trade Gun”
“Unexpected Coyote”
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