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RATING: G
DISCLAIMER: Characters all belong to someone else. No infringement
intended, sorry for any made.
NOTES: What do we have now, Mog?--Red, Black, White, Green and now,
Brown. And you’re working on Yellow and . . . ? The latest in
a series
of colors. Who knows where these things come from, but here they are.
I hope you’ll let me know if you like it, and if you don’t, let me
rest
blissfully unawares. And yes, I’m leaving poor Buck alone this time.
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The two men shared the small stream, but that was about it, or so it
seemed. Vin bent into the cool water without hesitation, while Ezra
washed himself carefully, and with some disdain about the poor
accommodations.
“Just water, Ezra; don’t matter if it come out of the creek or out of
a
hotel basin, long as your washin’ in it anyhow.”
“I am used to better accoutrements than you, perhaps, Mr Tanner.”
Vin gazed at him then turned his face to the breaking sun. The
mountains framed the glow of the morning and dew glistened on the
grass.
“Don’t get no better than this, Ezra.”
“You and I will never agree on that, Mr Tanner.”
Vin grinned, and Ezra was so taken with the man’s absolute joy that
he
was drawn to watch him. He had acted like young JD ever since they
had
broken away from civilization, and Ezra wondered what about this
emptiness could change a man so. Ezra found beauty in fine cloth,
craftsmanship, skill and comfort, not in the wilds of the land.
The
tracker slammed his open palm into the stream, shooting a cascade of
cold water into Ezra’s face.
“Tanner, I am washing here because I have the culture that you so
definitely lack. You, however, are here because our compatriots can
no
longer stand the smell of buffalo. Since you apparently have been
stewing in it for a number of years now, you may have grown immune
to
it’s charms, but I would suggest if you intend to ride with companions
in the forseeable future, that you spend your time washing and not
aggravating me.”
“Sure Ezra, whatever.”
The man, it seemed, was immune to insults, Ezra noted. Either
that, or
more likely, his vocabulary did not allow him to know when one was
thrown straight at him.
“Damn.”
“Excuse me?”
“Damn.”
“Can you elaborate, Mr Tanner?”
Vin was drying his face with the tail of his loose shirt, and he looked
carefully over at Ezra.
“Where’s your pea shooter you call a gun?”
“In my shirt, why?”
“Cause we got company.”
Ezra turned around to find a large, cinnamon colored bear standing a
few yards away. She was rearing slightly on her hind legs, testing
the
air, testing the scent of the two men before her.
“Is that a grizzly bear?”
“Nope, it’s a black.”
“It is not black.”
“They ain’t all black. But grizzly’s are bigger and they got a big hump
on their back.”
Ezra found it interesting that Vin suddenly seemed to want to chat
about this. Black bears were supposed to be smaller, the gambler
thought. He’d seen one in a cage once, on a wagon in a side show, and
it seemed much smaller than this one. Of course, then he’d had his
gun
at his side, not 25 feet away on the other side of a large, hairy,
smelly, predatory animal that seemed to be deciding on breakfast.
“Do black bears attack?”
“They’re bears, Ezra, course they do.”
“And you , Mr Tanner, you know all about handling bears, do you?”
“Nope, seen plenty, ain’t never been this close without a sidearm,
though. You’re ‘sposed to be able to stay real quiet and calm and maybe
then they go away.”
“And if they don’t?”
“Then they attack you.”
“Do you have any suggestions for our survival should that thought occur
to this particular bear?”
“I figger you should smile at her, show her that gold tooth o’ yours.”
Ezra looked sharply at Vin, who was smiling broadly.
“Why?”
“Cause if you’re looking at her smiling, I figger I get a head start
on
out runnin’ you.”
“Hilarious, Mr Tanner, hilarious.”
The bear continued sniffing the air, making small grunting noises and
bouncing her front feet up and down on the ground in front of her.
“I have seen the lumbering stride you so laughingly refer to as
running, Mr Tanner, and I should warn you, my business has required
me
to move quickly on occasion, and I am quite a bit more fleet of foot
than you. Do you have any other suggestions to remedy our immediate
predicament?”
“Camp’s too far, less one of the boys comes down here, we’re on our
own. Best we wait and see what she wants to do.”
“And you think she may just decide to go elsewhere for breakfast?”
“Maybe.” Ezra watched as Vin began loosening his shirt strings at the
collar, and pulling it slowly over his head.
“Are you undressing to make yourself more palatable for her, Mr
Tanner?”
“You know Ezra, half the time I got no idea what you’re sayin’.” Vin
held his shirt loosely in one hand, and watched the bear intently as
he
spoke.
“And most of the time, Mr Tanner, I have no idea what you are doing.”
“Ain’t that the way it’s sposed to be?” The tracker bounced tentatively
on his toes, watching the bear, then shot a look over to Ezra. “Case
this don’t work out , I already told Chris my carcass is his. Hope
y’all understand.”
Ezra tipped his imaginary hat to Vin. “Not in the slightest, my friend,
not in the slightest.”
Suddenly, Vin let out an earsplitting roar that Ezra was sure must have
come from the bear. The tracker raised up on his toes and threw his
bare arms up into the air, waving his shirt and running straight at
the
creature before them. Ezra likened this feeling to the few times when
he had watched an adversary draw an entire evening’s pot away from
the
table. It hadn’t happened often, but it was such a stark, trembling
fear that latched onto his heart that he recalled the feeling clearly.
Now, it took him again as he watched Vin Tanner rush to his violent
and
bloody death. It occurred to him briefly he should take this
opportunity to move, to run, to cry out for help from the others, just
a few hundred yards away in camp, but he was rooted to the spot.
The bear, clearly as shaken by the apparition before her as Ezra was,
dropped her forelegs to the ground , turned tail and ran. She scooted
into the trees and disappeared. Ezra wondered for a moment if she had
ever really been there at all.
Vin let out a final whoop and turned back to Ezra with a smile. “Worked
out pretty good, huh?”
“Mr Tanner, you amaze me.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely amaze me.”
“Yep, you do me sometimes, too, Ezra.”
“Your command of the English language is pathetic, but I do think you
have a remarkable relationship with creatures of the wild.”
“I could teach you a little about animals if you want.”
“No, Mr Tanner, I believe I know more than ever wanted to know about
bears at this point, but, I would like to discuss the ransom of your
body should you die in your youth. Which, at this point, is looking
like a sure bet.”
“Go to hell, Ezra.” Vin answered affectionately.
“You first, Mr Tanner, you first.”
“Now, that, Ezra, is a sure bet!”
