Grizzly Killer 10: Spirit Talkers by Lane R Warenski

Author:Lane R Warenski
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781647342982
Publisher: Wolfpack Publishing
Published: 2020-05-05T23:00:00+00:00

15 SPIRIT TALKERS

TWO DAYS after the Jicarilla Apache hunters came into their camp, Zach led his partners and their families onto a butte overlooking the San Juan River. Like so many of the canyons in this broken and colorful land, the canyon of the San Juan looked impossible to cross. The canyon walls were straight up and down, their only choice was to turn to the east and follow until they came to a side canyon that they could follow down to the river.

They traveled for hours before a creek running from the mountains to the north had cut its way through the sandstone walls of the San Juan River Canyon. It was a rugged trail they followed getting down to the river, so rough Zach made Star ride with him and Gray Wolf with his father, much to the children’s dismay.

The sun had set by the time they reached the banks of the river. They and the horses were trail weary and tired. Just as he did each time they stopped, Buffalo Heart changed mounts and rode their back trail, making sure the Apache hunters were not following.

They were now in the land of the Navajo. Coyotes started yipping just across the river even before the first stars appeared in the sky. They found dry driftwood along the river bank for their fire, it had been carried downstream from the spring runoff over countless years. While Buffalo Heart was checking their back trail, Jimbo covered the river bottom for a couple of miles both up and downstream. By the time Buffalo Heart and Jimbo had declared all was clear, the women had strips of the bear cooked.

In this warm spring weather, the meat would last no longer. They needed to render what grease they could get off the bear and dry what meat was left. As tired as the women were from the long day riding over very rough terrain, they got out their two big black iron pots and started cutting off what fat was on the bear meat and putting it in the pots. In the spring of the year the fat reserves on any bear was small and this one was no exception. The fat they were able to get off the bear fit in only one of the pots. By morning it would be rendered into grease, and they would scrape it into their grease pouch.

Once again, the night passed quietly and the following morning, although not an early start to the day, they were under way by the time the sun was two hand widths above the eastern horizon. They stayed in the river bottom, following the clear and cool water upstream. They crossed to the south side only a couple of miles from where they had camped.

Zach could see the towering heights of the Rocky Mountains far to the northeast and found it curious that the San Juan River they were following was turning away from the mountains to the southeast. The land was dry and desolate, opposite of the lush river bottom they were following.

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