Errl knew the black Sasquatch behind them was hurt. He worried about Hunny"s friend. The Sasquatch followed, followed, thudda, thudda, thudda. The fellow stuffed the healing plants into the hole left by the bullet. He chewed as he plodded on. The blood stopped dripping from the bullet wound. His wound healed. How could that be?
Thudda, thudda, thudda
“Hey, Pete, not so fast.” The hunters swerved their ATVs and trucks to avoid fallen logs and hillocks in the path. They followed the trail of blood. Then the trail of blood stopped.
“Where do we go from here?”
“They must be headed for the Oldboy River up ahead. It"s about fifteen minutes from here. They"re on foot. We"re faster.”
“We"re not faster if our machines can"t make it over this trail. This is rough going, Pete.”
“Well, we wounde
