The teens in the monster truck roared back the way they had come. The trail ran through bogs, over tree roots and broken branches. Taylor knew the hunters had stopped following them. His buddies yelled and threw empty beer cans through the open window. He veered around a figure on the trail, then slammed on the brakes.
“Say, isn"t that our buddy the Bigfoot?”
“Yeah, I"d say it is.”
“He"s black as coal dust. Not the same guy.”
“Yeah, has to be. Can"t be more than two of them.”
“I never saw this guy before. Big as a tree. Black as Dutch licorice.”
“Hop in, mister.”
The big Sasquatch held his shoulder and ran into the trees. He was on his way up the logging trail to the top of the mountain. He didn"t trust the noisy machine with the young humans who yelled. He didn"t understand their l
