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Wolf Print... Chapter 2 © Rolly A. Chabot

Updated on December 4, 2014
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Welcome

Just so you know there is no fireplace burning these days, far to hot here to have that happening. So take a moment and close your eyes, imagine the sound of a crackling fire. Now smell the faint smell of smoke in the air. Feel the comforts of the room.

You can also smell the freshly brewed Kicking Horse coffee, tea and the assortment of baking covering the table in the corner. Help yourself to what ever is your liking and come and join us here at the place we call the Fireside. Fell free to make yourself at home, get comfortable, pit your feet up, grab a cushion and snuggle in close. If you are new here well please do say hello and share a bot of yourself with us... above all else know that you are dearly loved here.

This is the second chapter in the novel I have called "Wolf Print", a trilogy of life in the far North of Canada. I do hope you enjoy today's reading... hugs are attached to all who gather...

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"Wolf Print"

Chapter 2


River Camp


Pete Watts the pilot had been flying his dad around for years. They had a special relationship, and Pete always had his ear to the ground with the activities dealing with development of the northern resources. Over the years, every major player had come into the Territory looking at making it big in what ever their field of expertise had been. The Territorial Government had done a great job of making certain the people of the Territory would benefit by any mineral finds or development. One of Canada’s largest Territories with untapped resources brought much speculation. There would always be the fly-by-night developers who would come in, make a promising find of some sort, then head outside and raise funds. As often as not the investors were the ones left holding the bag. It was this type that Pete could ferret out; it was like he had a nose for the vermin of the world.

Pete smiled at him before he spoke. “Watch out for the Shipley Group out of Calgary. There has been some talk they have made a substantial find in the Sponsor Lake region. There will be little peace for you here, men and helicopters will be working to the west of you about 15 miles. Word has it they have armed personnel on the loose, some radical biker types out of Quebec they are saying. There is a great deal of land they can hide bodies in up this way, so be sure and keep yourself and the boy safe.”

“What are they saying they have found?

“No one is really saying much, just rumours is all. I suspect it may be diamonds, you know all the Indian Legends, which have been floating around over the years, just stay alert is all. You know that Levi Ermineskin, he is playing the game of looking after the Native Interests, so he says. Ask me and I would venture a guess and say all the interests are his own. The lazy jackass has been living off the Government dime all his life, never worked a day of it. People are talking in town that he is in over his head with this bunch.”

Pete settled the plane down on the water with a soft hand. They drifted slowly towards the river outlet as the plane coughed a puff of black smoke. “Great chatting with you Pete, take care and I will call you as to when to pick us up, probably a week or so. I want to spend some extra time around the Sulphur Creek area, please say hello to the Mrs.”

A final shove on the plane's wing and the Beaver swung out into the river. The electrical impulse sent to the starter made the plane cough and choke once, then it fired with another puff of black smoke. Pete gave a final wave and hit the throttle full open, bouncing along the top of the whitecaps on the river before lifting off. A few minutes later Dan and his Dad stood in the perfect peace and quiet. “Well son, what do you think so far, I bet you are getting hungry. I think we will make camp here tonight, hike up the Sulphur in the morning. You can take your choice of jobs, collect the firewood or catch us some fish for supper.” Dan looked up at this man, the tallest man he had ever known.

“Dad we could do them both at the same time, that way we can spend all our time together.”

“You are a smart young man son, I have been waiting a long time for this day to bring you into my world. We can work together son, let's get the tent set up, and a fire started. Looks like we may get a storm tonight so best be ready.” He pointed off to the northwest, a large black ominous cloud was billowing upward and streaks of rain seemed to be unfolding from the bottom. “Yup I would say about an hour and we will be getting soaked. Consider this your baptism into the wilderness lifestyle.” He laughed and patted his son on the back.

An hour later they had their camp set up; fresh fish cooking in the frying pan and enough wood to last the night. His dad ducked out into the pelting rain, grabbed the fry pan and stepped back into the tent. “Now there is what you call a meal fit for two kings. Son, you say grace over supper tonight. A rite of passage for you to start on the adventure you will love the rest of your life.”

Dan bowed his head and placed his two hands together. “Heavenly Father, we thank you for the provisions and safe travel. We pray over Mom as she cares for the home. Thank you for your love for us. Amen.”

“Great prayer son, now time to dig in for some of the best tasting fish you have ever eaten, they were still jumping when they hit the fry pan. Nothing fresher than this.”

They ate in silence as the storm raged above. Down deep inside Dan was petrified. His dad would just smile at him and say. “Count after the flash of lightening, do it like this.” He counted, “1000-1, 1000-2. Whatever the last number is when you hear the thunder that tells you how many miles away it is. God will look after us Dan, He constantly has and He always will.” His dad spread the maps out on the floor of the tent and pointed at the spot they would be going. He also looked at the area the others were working in close by.

“Dad is that where the bad guys are?

His dad smiled at him. “Son when we say things about others, like by calling them names, well we offend God. No matter what people are like they are still all considered His children. Let’s just say the other people.” He tapped the map again. “Yes this is where they are working. I hope they are as lucky as we are, warm, dry and well fed. Lets pray for them Dan.” They bowed their heads and prayed.

Ron lay listening to the storm. His thoughts were of the news he had neighbours close by. Over the past three years, he had been stacking as much ground as he could in the Sulphur Creek Basin without attracting too much attention. His family name held the official title too the mining rights. In his 27 years of prospecting he had never come across more promising ground. He would often have Pete drop him miles away and spend two days trekking into the area. He knew he had something, and it was big but now he had others close, and that concerned him. He reached over and drew his son close and dozed off dreaming of his early childhood and the life he had been introduced too then. Yes, his son would be another in the Thaler line.

© Rolly A. Chabot 2014


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      Eric Dierker 2 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Awesome, I can smell the fish and the storm and feel the warmth in the tent. Thank you.

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      Bill Holland 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

      A solid chapter my friend. Enjoyed the dialogue and it flowed smoothly. Now I will wish you a good night.

      blessings from Oly

      bill

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      Faith Reaper 2 years ago from southern USA

      Excellent writing, dear Rolly. I felt as though I was right there. Enjoyed this chapter.

      Up and more and away

      God bless you.

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      Shauna L Bowling 2 years ago from Central Florida

      I'm looking forward to the journey. I wonder how soon Ron's son will have to become a man?

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      Rolly A Chabot 2 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Eric...

      Funny you mention it as I could smell and feel it as I was writing. any fond memories of having fish fresh from a clear cold lake or river come to mind...

      Hugs from Canada

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      Linda Crampton 2 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      Great description and atmosphere, Rolly. Chapter 2 was very enjoyable. I'm looking forward to Chapter 3.

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      Rolly A Chabot 2 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Billy... thanks for reading and the encouragement... sorry too hear you lost a few birds last night...

      Hugs and Blessings

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      Rolly A Chabot 2 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Faith Reaper... Thanks for the visit and the kind words. Preservation of the land is so precious as cities and populations are ever increasing. To think of the many places on earth where man has come, ecroaching in his never ending quest to take more and more. Finding a balance between man and the wild is a challenge.

      Hugs and Blessings from Canada

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      Deb Hirt 2 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Sounds like a good way to break Dan in. I like this.

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      Rolly A Chabot 2 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Deb...

      Smiles to your comment and yes Dan does have a break in period... a special way to grow up indeed... You would appreciate the solitude of the wilderness...

      Hugs and Blessings from Canada

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      Rolly A Chabot 2 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Bravewarrior...

      I love the question you offer. "When does a boy become a man." It is a question many of us can ask. Yet another when does a girl become a women.Depending on the culture it can vary considerably. Mine was very early because of the trust my parents had in me. At 15 years old I was doing a mans job. very interesting question that requires some research...

      Hugs and Blessings

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      Rolly A Chabot 2 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi Alicia... so pleased you found the time to stop and rest a little while... thank you for the kind word...

      Hugs and Blessings

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      Karen Kay 2 years ago from Jackson, MS

      You've got me hooked! I want to know about the wolf! Intrigued and on to chapter 3!

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      Rolly A Chabot 2 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi DreamingBoomer... glad you are enjoying, I guess I better get writing in that case, you have caught up to me...

      Hugs and Blessings from Alberta

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