6 Miles With Courage by Thomas G. Lacorte

Author:Thomas G. Lacorte
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Action & Adventure, Fiction
ISBN: 9781484167571
Publisher: Createspace Independent Pub
Published: 2013-07-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty Two

When the Sow reached her cub Ryan collapsed at the base of the tree in a heap, taking in huge gulps of air he began breathing again. In an effort to remain silent he had held his breath. Now with his back against the tree and looking up at the spinning canopy he began to hyperventilate, and he grew dizzy, and he began hallucinating.

One treetop looked like the bear and another looked like Jebediah, and they were chasing each other as they spun around and around. Only when his breathing returned to normal did the dizziness and hallucination stop. Then he broke out in uncontrollable weeping.

He cried for Jebediah and he cried for Obadiah. He cried for his father and for the predicament that his father was in. He cried for the violence that he had just witnessed, for he had never seen such gore, except in a movie. He never cried for himself however, and when he realized this, when he realized that he was not crying for Ryan, well that’s when he stopped.

Ryan had a good and well deserved cry, but now he knew it was time to get moving again as time so precious to his father’s rescue was now slipping away.

Wiping his eyes he stood up, and after briefly looking the bayonet over he slid it into his waistband. Taking the compass out of his pocket reminded him of the raft and the other supplies like the machete, GPS unit, water and snacks. He looked back over his shoulder and then quickly shrugged off any idea about going back for them. It was just too risky and the only thing he really needed was the compass. He held the compass up and took to a bearing of S20°W. With only one half mile to go until he reached the uplands, he took his first steps to finishing the journey through the swamp.

“Ah, the uplands,” Ryan said. He was thinking how nice it was going to be once he left the dismal swamp. But sometimes things are not exactly as we foresee them as was the case with Ryan. The swamp grew more dismal as the canopy was filtering-out the fading light from the approaching storm. Like Bob Mallory, Ryan was in for a long drizzly day.

As Ryan began to move through the swamp there was a noticeable difference, an uplifting and encouraging difference. Gone were the awkward movements of an adolescent stumbling through the swamp. Instead they were replaced by the skillful movements of a young man who knew what it took to walk through a swamp. He quickly put into practice what he had learned while riding over Jebediah’s shoulder.

He stepped from fern-tuft to fern-tuft thereby staying out of the deep water. He stepped so silently that the great horned owl sleeping above never woke up! He dodged the spider webs. He ate berries and drank the moisture gathered into small puddles on the leaves of the swamp plants. He navigated around the

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