Spindle Quest: Chasing Lost Creek Gold. - Slumach
Spindle Quest: Chasing Lost Creek Gold. - Slumach
Spindle Quest: Chasing Lost Creek Gold. - Slumach
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“That’s clearly not a small animal—well I’m going to<br />
see what it is.” Shawn picked up a large stick and started<br />
to walk towards the dark forest in front of him. Eric and<br />
I slowly followed as I stood with the flashlight behind<br />
Shawn.<br />
“Friesen shine it over there,” Shawn said as we walked<br />
towards a small entrance in the forest. The creek dipped<br />
down into a gulley and as we started walking into it there<br />
was another loud snap this time coming from behind us.<br />
“What was that?” Shawn said looking around behind<br />
him.<br />
“Sorry that was just me,” Eric explained.<br />
We walked farther and farther into the darkness of the<br />
forest, but there was nothing around us except trees and<br />
everything looked all right in the world. Then there was a<br />
flash of something moving quickly through the flashlight<br />
beam.<br />
Eric gulped. “What the hell was that?”<br />
“That’s a good question,” Shawn replied, “It kind of<br />
looked like a cat.”<br />
“You mean a cougar?” I said.<br />
“Well, I meant a cat, but yes, it could be cougar.”<br />
“Forget this if I’m going to get eaten alive by a cougar.<br />
What I am going to do is sit at a campfire,” Eric said heading<br />
back to camp.<br />
Shawn and I came to the conclusion that Eric had the<br />
right idea and followed. We sat around the campfire in<br />
44<br />
silence waiting for any sound that came from the forest.<br />
After fifteen minutes passed and nothing happened and<br />
just when things started to get back to normal, we all heard<br />
a strange noise coming from upriver.<br />
“That was a growl,” Eric said with panic in his voice.<br />
I shone the flashlight into the darkness, and that’s when<br />
we all saw it: a set of eyes staring at us from up above on<br />
the rocky cliffs. My hand went for the only weapon I had:<br />
my hunting knife, and Shawn had the poker he was using<br />
for the fire clutched in his hand. Then, without hesitation,<br />
the cougar leaped down from his rocky perch straight at<br />
us. Eric dived behind a large rock next to the river and<br />
I tried to run across the river but slipped. I was pulling<br />
myself out of the icy river when I saw Shawn over at the<br />
campfire striking at the cougar with the poker. I picked up<br />
a rock and chucked it at the cougar as hard as I could. The<br />
rock hit the cougar on the side and he dashed across the<br />
river and back up the rocky cliffs.<br />
“Gryba, you alright?” I yelled over the roar of the water.”<br />
“Let’s get out of here, Friesen,” he yelled, “where is Eric?”<br />
Eric was hiding behind a large rock near Shawn with his<br />
large army knife in his hand. Thunder echoed through<br />
the rugged canyon and the entire sky lit up. The flashes of<br />
lighting were just enough to show two cougars sitting high<br />
up on the cliff watching us. The cougar had not run away<br />
but had returned with reinforcement. We quickly packed<br />
our gear as the cougars stared at us from their rocky perch.<br />
© Daryl Friesen 2009