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Light was just gathering on the horizon when Jacob began preparations for his journey into the dark forest. Father Esteban stood next to him as he gathered his supplies. “Take great care, Jacob. God will walk with you.”
Jacob smiled at the priest. “Well, it seems I have God and the Great Spirit coming along. I hope they're good at gathering wood for a fire. Listen Father, Oshishaway told quite a story in there. I don't know how much I believe it, but I do know he does. There's something out there, until I see it I won't know what it is for sure.” He patted the two pistols in his belt for emphasis. “I take no chances.” Jacob then patted the hilt of the knife the old Indian had given him.
Esteban looked at him. “The stories are true. Occasionally, the creatures stray away from their
