Story Homestead, Sweet, Homestead

PacNorWest

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#38

The frightening silence after the three volley shot, had frightened people swallowing hard and breathing deep. "Dear God in heaven, I never want to experience that again." Donna shivered hard and held her arms around herself.

"Not too likely," Chester tried to comfort her with a clumsy pat on the shoulder. "Not many loose lions in this part of the country."

"Not so sir, that man had a tiger in a cage," Andy reminded the couple. "The best we can do is backtrack tomorrow and shoot the animal. We can't leave it to starve, nor can we turn it loose to terrorize anyone else." Andy called the grownup decision in his very best confident voice.

"Oh Chester, another one, what are we going to do? I can't take another fright like this." Donna was sobbing, leaning against the wagon bed.

"It has to be killed Ma'am," Donny explained quietly. "It's an animal not natural to this country, so it will depend on easy prey; like stock, horses and people. We don't know if Cecil trained the tiger to his extortion scheme, if so, it is doubly dangerous."

"You will shoot it?" Donna anxiously pleaded, "Your not just saying that you will and then ride away?"

"We recognize the potential danger, we have people traveling in the area and are determined to make sure they are safe. Yes,...we will definitely shoot the tiger. This Cecil guy, we will bury him in the morning, and the lion, I'm all for leaving him right in his tracks. I guess we could use a team to pull the carcass away from the camp tonight, what would you have us do?"

"Oh yes, get it out of here," Donna pleaded without even looking for Chester's agreement. "I feel absolutely scared silly by all this."

In order to get their horses to go anywhere near the lion carcass, Andy and Donny had to tie their flannel shirts over the horses eyes and noses. Snorty and jumpy nervous to be in such close proximality to a hated predator, it took both boys to handle the frightened animals.

Both horses strained to start the mass of lion, pulling the bleeding hulk out into the darkness. Chester walked beside the boys, holding a burning branch so they could see what they were doing. Leaving the lion, the three walked silently back into camp, finding Donna covering Cecil's body with a scrap hunk of tarp.

"I don't want to look at that jerk," Donna decreed with sharp pointed looks at the returning three men. Wisely, Andy and Donny nodded yes; and Chester went to help.



Seamus's wagon bumped and jarred as the team trotted hard, the three boys inside rubbed their hinders where they slapped against the board floor. "I'm gonna stand up," Calvin declared forcefully. "My seat bones are getting a punishment I don't fancy."

"Mr. Jerry said we were heading for some water. When he was running his horse down here, we didn't get to look around much; so we don't know where the water might be," Punky imparted his information to Calvin.

"No matter," Calvin soothed, I 'spect we'll get there when we get there. Is it a really big fire?"

"It went as far as we could see from one side to the other," Max broke in to say, "scary." he said definitely."

"I 'spect you are right," Calvin said wisely.
 

ted

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"I 'spect we'll get there when we get there." Sage words from a little man.

Thank you!
 

PacNorWest

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#39

"I've got a horse trying to go down," Seamus roared mightily, "the rest uff ya's go on." he yelled in the confusion of the wagons starting to trot out.

Chuck heard him, and pulled out of line, circling around back to the stalled wagon.

"It's me wheel horse," Seamus yelled, "she's gonna break all the harness."

Chuck halted his team and started across the gap between the two wagons, only to be almost run over by Mark on his horse.
"Easy there," Chuck cautioned with his hand up in a stop motion. "Somebodies gonna get hurt with you being so reckless."

Whatever Mark had a mind to say, was prevented by Seamus as he dashed around the front of the team and tried physically to hold the horse up. "Get her unbookled," he was yelling, "she's gonna pull them all down."

Chuck and Mark unbuckled every strap and rein they could find to loosen the mare. She had her back humped up, was swishing her tail hard and grunting softly, trying to circle in the traces and lay down.

"Oh ya crazy old thing, what's the matter with ya?" Seamus was hollering as Mark took his knife and cut the last leather strap that was preventing the mare from lying down.

"She's foaling," Chuck turned to Mark and Seamus. "Get the team rehitched and get out of here. Mark, tie your horse on back and get going. I'll be along with the mare, when she's done."

"Nooo mon, she's my team." Seamus protested as he started re-latching buckles and straps.

"And you're a family man, and I am not." Chuck shouted right back, as he crouched close to the mare's head. "What's her name, so I can talk to her."

"Muss, her name is Muss." Seamus yelled and Chuck looked up with a blank look on his face.

"Muss, what sort of a name is that?" Chuck asked Mark when he walked by.

"I believe he means Moss;" Mark steadied the halter of the next horse up the line. They were in a pickle, with the way the mare had gone down. To keep from running the front wagon wheel over the horse, they were going to have to turn the rest of the team in a 90 degree and gently ease away from the downed animal. With the fifth wheel under the wagon at such a cramped position, they had to go slow, so they didn't tip the wagon over.

Slowly, Mark and Seamus eased the team and wagon away from the mare, and stood for a moment to gather their wits.

"Get out of here," Chuck ordered, as the smell of smoke was becoming stronger. The two family men shook their heads, dreading leaving the man on foot, knowing the fire was faster.

"Is this her first foal?" Chuck stopped Mark, "and what the hell kind of a name is Moss?"

"Yes, it's her first. And she's as slow as moss grows." Mark vaulted to the wagon seat, and said a prayer for Chuck as he drove away. Seamus was slower, his team having to throw more weight and power into moving the double wagon hitch.

"I'm prayin fer ya mon, God be with ya." and Seamus put his voice and reins into hurrying his team.

Chuck stayed with the mare as she struggled to birth her foal. The wind blew harder and the smell of smoke caused the man to wet his handkerchief and take a small drink of water from his canteen. Chuck wasn't sure he'd live through his decision to stay with the horse, but he couldn't leave her.

Moss was a flea-bitten white/grey haired horse, "so ugly only your mother could have loved you," Chuck encouraged with soft pats. "Get to workin lady, or there's a good chance we will be toast." The mare's sides heaved and she continued to make distressing sounds, causing Chuck to wince in sympathy.

Finally, there was a strangled sound and out popped a mostly bay colt with ugly white hair on his legs.

"Oh baby, you did it." Chuck stroked and petted the mare, checking to see that the sac had broken open especially around the foal's nose, so he could breathe. "Come on sweetheart, stand up and clean that baby off, we're in a lot of danger."

It took a long time for the mare to get to her feet, and then she stood wavering; watching as Chuck grabbed hands full of grass and started wiping the colt down. "Come on Moss, clean your kid and let's get this show moving," he urged.

Once again it took a long time for the mare to start licking her baby clean, and Chuck had to turn his head as the mare instinctively ate the afterbirth. It made him gag and try and heave, and he wasn't sure if it was the amount of smoke, or the clean up that bothered him the most. The colt nursed, and grew stronger on his wobbly legs.

Grabbing the halter, Chuck slowly walked the mare and foal down the wagon track of the departed clan, wondering if he was going to die.
 

Texican

Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Grabbing the halter, Chuck slowly walked the mare and foal down the wagon track of the departed clan, wondering if he was going to die.

Pac,

You spin an excellent tale....

Chuck, Moss and the new colt should have just enough time....

Thank you....

Texican....
 

RememberGoliad

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With a good word or two from Seamus and the fact that Chuck is doing what's right and good (or at least not facially something wrong or bad,) I'd say his chances for survival are pretty bright. Might be there's a lesson in this for each of those three men, tailored specifically to each. Lots to think about besides the action and suspense.

Thanks, PAC!
 

PacNorWest

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Out of the seven hunters here, we have one buck, a 5x6 hanging. Of all the crazy things, we have 50 degree weather and dry/dusty roads. LOL, what can I say except this is Kansas.

We get a very short season here. From the 4th thru the 14th. Our paper has a column that lists deer/vehicle collisions, every week there are seven or more. That's one a day for months on end; it seems like perhaps the season should be some longer.
We are allowed to harvest 1 antler and 2 antler-less per person. LOL, you'll never guess who filled her antler tag?





#40

Bruce woke up in the predawn with a shiver for the chill, the wind was bringing. Lying as still as possible and doing shallow breathing, so as to not activate the fearsome pain in his body, Bruce contemplated just exactly how he was going to get out of this predicament.

He could hear his horse grazing nearby, so that worry was solved. The animal was still with him; a death sentence if the animal was gone. Mentally, Bruce checked himself over, running down a list of possible ailments and problems. As much as he wished it to be otherwise; he was stuck with the notion that the cancer on or in his pancreas, had returned.

"Of all the rotten luck," Bruce said into the darkness, feeling silly for speaking to no one. "After all the bad things I have done, having this now is a real streak of rotten luck."

No one answered, the wind taking the words out of his mouth. Sniffing, Bruce smelled smoke, not smoke that seemed close, but smoke that had been carried a distance by the increasing wind. From his position, Bruce carefully turned his head to the East, to see the first streak of dawn breaking the darkness.

It came to his mind that he should thank the Good Lord for bring him through the night and presenting him with another day. So Bruce said a prayer, thanking the Lord for the blessing. Talking to God made him feel better, stronger, and Bruce thought about what he needed to do to get himself found.


Clora went running after Tess, grabbing the foolish boy as he trailed after his mother. "I said stop," in her fright Clora smacked Paul's bottom with a grandmotherly swat. "Stop running, you're heading into danger." Clora administered a second swat, causing the boy to howl as the considerably stronger contact was made.

Tess ran to the edge of the fire and started swinging the heavy, wet quilt at the rim of flames. Rennie came running around the back of her wagon with a wet blanket and Milo came trotting with a team pulling a large tree trunk. Going back and forth with the trunk, scraping the ground to create a hasty firebreak, the dust swirled as the ground was worked.
 

Texican

Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
We get a very short season here. From the 4th thru the 14th. Our paper has a column that lists deer/vehicle collisions, every week there are seven or more. That's one a day for months on end; it seems like perhaps the season should be some longer.

Oklahoma's gun season is also short at 16 days and then 10 days for antler less.... Texas is gun season is 65 days....

Have not figured out why such short gun seasons is some states after hunting Texas for decades....


We are allowed to harvest 1 antler and 2 antler-less per person. LOL, you'll never guess who filled her antler tag?

Bet that was Pac.....


Bruce has cancer which is a loser, but Divine intervention could help....

Clora and group are fighting the wild prairie fire the best that they can.... Will it work????

Thanks Pac for the chapter....

Texican....
 

PacNorWest

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#41

Andy swung up on his horse, "you people stay alert, no telling what could or might happen. I'm going to dispatch the tiger, and be back as soon as possible. Donny, you keep a sharp eye out for whatever is sending us the smoke. Move ahead, FIND WATER and don't worry about me, I can move much faster than the wagon and will catch you by tracking."

Donny saluted his brother and went to help Chester get the team hitched. Donna was scurrying around getting the breakfast cereal ready, it was rice, and Donny sighed to himself. As a hungry young man, rice really didn't cut it, but it was what was available, so he gladly ate the bowl with it's glutenous mass and smiled and said "thank you."

Chester gave him a critical glance. "That's not enough, is it?"

Donny shook his head no, but said nothing. Donna looked up and said "oh dear, I've forgotten how much young men eat." She looked like she was going into a dither, and Chester barked her name, to keep his wife grounded.

"Later," he emphasized, "let's get to safety, and then you can have a spell. Pack up that Dutchy and let's get a move on."

The group moved out, trying to quarter the wind, and keep any danger to their lower left side. Donny raced ahead to one of the tallest hills around, looking toward the west and trying to get a sense of where they were.

Way off into the distance was a cloud of rolling smoke, but what was so spooky was the wall of orange flame devouring the grass and landscape with astonishing speed.

"Cut right," he yelled to Chester and Donna, "There's fire coming at us."




Andy ran his horse down the trail, hoping to find the trailer with the tiger before some person opened the cage and let the tiger out. It would be just like some bleeding heart to feel sorry for the caged animal and let it loose to have food and water. Andy said a prayer that God would prevent that scenario from happening, for it would endanger everyone.

When he got closer to where they had left the wagon, Andy's heart sank. The door to the cage was open and a dead horse and man lay beside the gaudily painted wagon.
 

Texican

Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Andy ran his horse down the trail, hoping to find the trailer with the tiger before some person opened the cage and let the tiger out. It would be just like some bleeding heart to feel sorry for the caged animal and let it loose to have food and water. Andy said a prayer that God would prevent that scenario from happening, for it would endanger everyone.

When he got closer to where they had left the wagon, Andy's heart sank. The door to the cage was open and a dead horse and man lay beside the gaudily painted wagon.


Yep, Andy was correct....

Now a tiger is loose and tigers eat anything mammal....

Thanks Pac for the chapter....

Texican....
 

PacNorWest

Veteran Member
#42

There was no doubt that the tiger was loose. Claw marks, bite marks and plenty of blood lay strewn around the area around the wagon. The horse had been tied with the team, and Andy noted the team was gone. The man lay at the back of the wagon; his mauled body ripped and torn apart.

Shaking his head at the total lunacy of what had taken place, Andy gave a deep sigh and went to search for the tiger track.

He found one of the horses from the team, killed by a bite to the neck, claw marks raked along the animal's side told the story.

Andy was spooked by the wanton killing, the tiger wasn't killing to eat, it was killing for sport. The large cat was doubly dangerous, nothing would be safe until it was dead. Andy said a prayer for the dead man, debating if he should stop and bury the body. Finally he came to the decision that tracking and killing the cat was more important than the burial.

For the hundredth time, he wished Mark was there to share the tracking chore. The man was like a bloodhound with x-ray eyes and a sixth sense for the prey he was tracking. Andy kept looking around as a precaution, the hair on the back of his neck tingling. He was afraid he was spooking himself unnecessarily, but then he had never hunted a tiger before.
 

Freebirde

Senior Member
The most common way to hunt a tiger is to let the tiger hunt you. That way you chose the place of hunting, because the tiger will be hunting you anyway.
 

Texican

Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Andy said a prayer for the dead man, debating if he should stop and bury the body.

The stupid man deserved the stupid prize of death....

Finally he came to the decision that tracking and killing the cat was more important than the burial.

Should be interesting....

Thanks Pac for the chapter....

Texican....
 

PacNorWest

Veteran Member
#43

Mark guided the fast moving wagon train toward the general direction that Jerry had said contained a small lake. The horses were trotting, lathering and straining into the harness collars as they moved the heavy wagons.

Jerry drove, wondering what had happened to Bruce and to Chuck. Chuck, he was especially wondering about. There was a disconnect between the way Mark treated the man and the actual way the man behaved.

Jerry pondered the reasons and would have liked to explore the whole situtation in depth, but the driving was taking all his energy and attention. The thinking would have to be postponed. Like the problem with Abby, gol darned if she wasn't the stubbornest, most persnickety woman he had ever encountered.

Seamus was praying aloud with a fine and mighty voice. He had the most awful feeling in the pit of his stomach about leaving Chuck and the mare. Never before had he willfully left a man in need; or, at least not since he had been saved and 're-directed' by his avenging angels to behave.

Still, the fact that Chuck cared enough to stay with the mare, proved something about his character. A man with no character wouldn't have felt the need to stay with the mare, so.. Seamus said a prayer for the man's safety, sending a message above for a hedge of protection for the man on foot.


Tess got the fire stopped as she stood panting with exertion. She had no idea she was so far out of shape. That would have to change, … tomorrow. Milo was dusty and soot covered as he stopped, the mare fidgeting as she smelled the smoke lingering in the air.

Clora stepped around the end of Rennie's wagon and patted the woman on the back. "Praise the Lord for the quick thinking of all of you. We would have burned for sure."

Tired people walked back around into the center of the encampment; the adrenalin rush of the fright and instantaneous reaction leaving them feeling drained.

Millie poked her head out of the wagon and smiled. Three boys peeked out around her skirts, they were looking at one another and at the rope in Millie's hand that was firmly attached to the back of their pants. Millie motioned them to get down the steps before she did, and the three boys quietly did as they were told.
 

Texican

Live Free & Die Free.... God Freedom Country....
Thanks Pac for the chapter....

So many threads of the story that need to be revealed as to what now happens....

Additional chapters needed....

Texican...
 
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