Briarscratch Posted November 6, 2008 Share Posted November 6, 2008 Bleak Dark It started to sleet and the light turned grayer. He pulled his collar tight and shuddered, an uncontrollable spasm that hunched his shoulders. He shouldn't be out here but couldn't find his way back. The poor black dog slunk behind him getting a heel in the chops for her closeness. Every time it happened he winced, cursed, and felt his frustration rise. She was as nervous as he was and stuck to him like a shadow. Just ahead a familiar hogback loomed. He thought he saw a faint trace of the trail on the other side of the prickly ash choked hollow. With determination born of haste and experience he slipped into the cover. The trick was not fearing it and trying to flow through it like water. The barrels of his Winchester led the way, dowsing out the hidden paths. Thorny stems slid over gloved hands biting briefly into the wrists, then sliding down angled forearms. When he cleared the last copse he grimaced a smile thinking about the pleasant burning he'd feel later. If he could get the hell out of here. Link to post Share on other sites
B du B Posted November 6, 2008 Share Posted November 6, 2008 Good description. I often like being "lost", but it starts to get hairy when night's coming on. I need a new GPS. Link to post Share on other sites
jmooney Posted November 6, 2008 Share Posted November 6, 2008 Perfect description of that "place between places". You're not lost enough for it to be a problem but the truck ain't exactly where you left it either. The edge between despair and adventure. I like it. Link to post Share on other sites
Brad Eden Posted November 6, 2008 Share Posted November 6, 2008 I hate getting turned around too. Especially when I could be hunting back to the truck at dusk instead of fighting back panic...(that Jo Ann would call warden service and I'd be embarrassed into having to be found). Good read Scratch. Link to post Share on other sites
lee sykes Posted November 6, 2008 Share Posted November 6, 2008 Bravo. You have captured Annie Proulxs' essence. Link to post Share on other sites
wcpeabody Posted November 6, 2008 Share Posted November 6, 2008 Very nice; But completely foreign to me, as I always know where I am Link to post Share on other sites
Grousehunter 12 Posted November 6, 2008 Share Posted November 6, 2008 Bravo. You have captured Annie Proulxs' essence. Ouch! That's going leave a stain. Link to post Share on other sites
Guest Posted November 6, 2008 Share Posted November 6, 2008 Been There, and try not to do that anymore? Now where did I stow that dam GPS? AH! there it is!!! Oh Oh? $#%@ dam batteries are dead. Hmmmmm? Link to post Share on other sites
bosco mctavitch Posted November 6, 2008 Share Posted November 6, 2008 Amazing that you can capture that feeling of reality...knowing that your covers are so familiar to you that it's not possible it could have actually happened... Link to post Share on other sites
Rex Hoppie Posted November 6, 2008 Share Posted November 6, 2008 .............Shouldn't have waited so long to head back, it is really getting dark....... Oh well I will be back soon enough .... why is this ridge falling off,.... crap!!!!!Ok, think this out????? Link to post Share on other sites
Briarscratch Posted November 6, 2008 Author Share Posted November 6, 2008 Amazing that you can capture that feeling of reality...knowing that your covers are so familiar to you that it's not possible it could have actually happened... Let's just say my intimate knowledge of those covers is hard won. Very hard won. Thanks for the comments guys, they are much appreciated. But as my personal editor at large said via PM, the tense was all over the place. Back to the drawing board. Link to post Share on other sites
Pat Berry Posted November 6, 2008 Share Posted November 6, 2008 Nice read, Scratch. As crazy as it sounds, I find it oddly exhilarating to be stuck in those situations with those conditions. Link to post Share on other sites
bosco mctavitch Posted November 6, 2008 Share Posted November 6, 2008 Let's just say my intimate knowledge of those covers is hard won. Very hard won. Had I not sensed Matt Crawfords eyes on this I would have used the winking emoticon. Link to post Share on other sites
Rex Hoppie Posted November 6, 2008 Share Posted November 6, 2008 ..........Damn, some bastard has locked the gate, I am locked in...........OK, I'll detour back around thru Nutter's Fork........20 miles of bad road....but........(6 miles later) Oh crap!!!!! when did they put this new gate in...........I don't want to stay in here all night!!!!!(back to the first gate).......(Get out and look at how gate is locked).......OK, the original paper company locking mechanism has been trashed ,,,,,,,, someone has rubed up a chinzy chain affair,, I think I can handle this with the master key.... Dig in back of Blazer for bolt cutters (master key),,,,,,,Cut another link from chain, would you believe a cut link is already laying on the ground below......Open gate, get the hell out of Dodge...........Feel elated and pissed at same time. Link to post Share on other sites
Briarscratch Posted November 6, 2008 Author Share Posted November 6, 2008 Just got off the phone with my (merciless) editor. Edits have been made. Rex I like it, I can see you've been there too! Link to post Share on other sites
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