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Leslie glanced at me, looking frazzled. “I’m
going out. I gotta make a call. Pooky needs meds. He’s got a
fucking high fever.”

“Oh, you checked that.” So, he wasn’t getting
better.

“We have basic supplies.” She thrust her arms
through her jacket. “If they hurt my baby in any way, I’ll fucking
kill them.”

“I’m sure Wolfie’s fine. The bastards stole
him like a trophy. They’ll take care of him.”

“Are you coming with me?”

“Sure. Whatever you need me to do.”

She threw a jacket my way. “Put it on. Let’s
see how bad the storm was.”

Bubba appeared, scratching his belly and
sniffing. Tate and Archie were behind him. “We clear snow and get
food,” he rasped.

“I gotta make a call. Pooky’s sick.”

The old ape nodded. “We help him. We make a
path.” They shuffled out of the cave. The Sasquatch winter molt of
lighter colored and thicker fur would keep them warm.

Zelda strolled into the room. “I’m gettin’
tea on. It doesn’t sound too bad out there. The worst might be
over. We got lucky.” She eyed me. “Well, someone had fun last
night.”

How mortifying!
I found it difficult
to meet her gaze. “Um…sorta.”

“I heard that too,” said Leslie. “Leonard has
the hots for her. I think she reminds him of Porsche. It never
ceases to amaze me how these apes can have sex under almost any
circumstance, the horny shits.” She held the satellite phone. “I
hope I can get a hold of somebody. If Pooky doesn’t get some meds,
it could be really bad.”

“I gotta get home. I hope they pick me
up.”

Zelda eyed me dubiously. “Honey, I hate to
break it to you, but they never come out here in the winter. I’ve
never seen anybody till spring. Why these mercenaries attacked us
now boggles the mind. They’re crazy to try it period, but it’s
suicidal at this time of year.”

“But…but how do you get medication and
stuff?” Her announcement had sent my spirits plummeting.

“They drop it off from a plane.”

Oh, shit
. “Well, my parents miss me.
I’m sure they’ll make an exception.”

She grabbed a bucket. “Good luck with
that.”

“Let’s go. We’ll worry about it later,” said
Leslie.

Zelda followed us out into the crisp morning
air. The path was in the process of being cleared by the
Sasquatches, who used their arms and legs to open a small trench.
Zelda thrust the bucket into clean, white snow, filling it to the
top. I assumed she would melt the purified substance and use it for
cooking.

“I got a signal!” Leslie’s face broke into a
huge smile. “Thank God.” She pressed buttons and held the phone to
her ear. “Hello? Dr. Haynes?” She paused to listen. “We were
attacked by an organization called Team
Sésquac
. Pacific
Northwest Bigfoot Hunters. The apes killed most of them. They had
no choice. Pooky’s injured. We need antibiotics.” She listened
again; her expression was grim. “Yeah, I’m serious. They shot at us
with arrows. They could’ve killed us, Connor. They stole Wolfie!
They have my baby!” There was a lengthy pause. “Lena’s here also.
Pooky kidnapped her…yeah…yeah…oh, good. She wants to go
home…yeah…oh man. Okay. We need another phone. I’m using one I got
off a bad guy.” She listened for a long moment. “Thanks so much,
Connor. You take care….bye.”

A hand touched my back, and I turned to see
Leonard. He brushed hair away from my face in a gentle, yet
possessive manner. This had the oddest effect on me.
Man, this
guy’s a natural born charmer. Good God. Now I see why my sister
likes him
. Something glimmered in the depths of his onyx eyes,
but then it was gone. He left me then, following the others, who
were working further down the path.

The snow wasn’t as deep as I thought it would
be. We had gotten lucky with the blizzard; the worst of it must
have gone elsewhere.

Leslie slid the phone into her pocket. “I’ve
got good and bad news. Let’s get inside. I’m freezing.”

“Are they coming to get me?”

“Um…that’s the bad news.”

“Oh, shit.” A knot formed in my stomach.

“They know where we are, because the apes
have tracking devices embedded in their fur. They’ll drop off
supplies in an hour. They can’t get you right now because of the
conditions. They don’t normally do winter rescues. It’s dangerous,
but they’ll try. Porsche already told them that Pooky took you.
They know you’re here.”

“That’s not bad news then.”

“Um…another storm’s on the way. They can’t
get you for a couple of days.”

I had to look on the positive side. “Okay,
that’s not so bad. I can tough it out. I can wait a couple of
days.”

“You’re gonna have to.”

“What did he say about the attack?”

“He’s gonna check into it. He’s never heard
of these yahoos before. He was pissed they took Wolfie. I don’t
know what’s gonna happen there.” She looked grim.

I touched her shoulder. “Everything will be
fine. They won’t hurt your baby.”

“They better not.”

An hour later, after we had eaten, a small
group of us headed out to pick up the air drop. The sound of a
plane had been heard five minutes earlier, and red smoke could be
seen in the distance, over the tops of snow-covered evergreens.
Knowing that civilization was accessible made me feel slightly more
at ease. My parent’s knew of my whereabouts, and my rescue was
being planned. I just needed to occupy myself for a few days, and
the ordeal would be over. I could go back to my life and get ready
for the next semester at school. At this rate, I wouldn’t even miss
a single class.

The package had fallen on our side of the
river; the tendrils of red smoke had grown thinner, and the signal
was dying out, but the apes had spotted it below. We began an
arduous hike down the side of the mountain, made even more
difficult because of the thickness of the snow. My feet sunk into
drifts that went to my hips. Leonard rescued me more than once.

“Get on my back,” he said gruffly. He carried
me most of the way down; my weight didn’t seem to bother him at
all.

Water gushed over icy rocks, as an
impressively sized river with a strong current flowed around a
bend, continuing on out of sight. Tate and Bubba went up ahead,
while Leslie grabbed the bundle, examining the box for damage. It
had landed with the aid of a small parachute.

“Looks good,” she said. “Where are they
going?” She squinted into the sun. “They must’ve caught a scent.
Maybe they smell Wolfie. Let’s check it out.”

I shrugged. “Okay.” Leslie and I followed the
river, stepping over icy rocks and snow. As we cleared the bend, I
spotted the Sasquatches, who gazed up at the side of the ravine.
Tate headed our way, his long strides closing the distance
quickly.

“They smell other tribe.” His words were
gruff.

Leslie’s look of hope fell. “Oh, is that all.
Great.”

“They found a boat.”

This announcement perked her up. “Really?
Where? Show me.” Tate led us to a black pile of deflated rubber. It
was floating in a shallow, rocky area. “This is a bad guy boat. So,
somebody didn’t get away or they had to use another boat.” She
looked confused, eyeing the departing apes. “Where are they going
now?”

“There’s another tribe here. I protect you.”
He glanced around warily. “It’s not safe.”

It was unusual for a Sasquatch to fear
anything in the wild, since they were the fiercest predators in the
forest; so seeing Tate concerned and slightly on edge worried me.
Their only enemies were other apes, and, from what I had gathered,
there were more than one tribe roaming these lands.

“You stay with me.”

“You got it, buddy,” said Leslie. “Can we
follow them or should we go back?”

“We follow, but stay behind,” he rasped.

A low growl sent the hair on Tate’s head
straight up. It was an instinctual Sasquatch warning sign, a
harbinger of danger. Tate indicated for us to follow, and we stayed
with him, knowing that he was strong enough to protect us from
whatever lay ahead. Further up the river, Leonard and Bubba stood
facing two new Sasquatches I had never seen before. They were
grunting and gesturing, speaking in an ancient, primitive language
that only the creatures understood. My sister had learned it, which
was quite an accomplishment for a non-Sasquatch.

“What’s going on?” asked Leslie. “Do they
know anything?”

Tate shrugged. “You stay back. They like
women.”

“Um…guys,” I said, eyeing the arguing apes
with trepidation. “Maybe we should go back then.” Uncertainty left
me feeling anxious. I’d already been kidnapped once. Wasn’t that
enough for one forty-eight hour period?

Leonard saw us coming, but we remained
several yards away. “What’s going on?” asked Leslie. “Do they know
anything?”

The strange apes gazed at us with interest;
their expressions were inquisitive and…lustful. A prick of fear
shot down my back, rooting me to the spot.

“They have the bad people,” rasped Leonard.
“They have Wolfie.”

Leslie dropped to the ground, relief shining
in her eyes. “Oh, thank God!”

 

 

Chapter Four

 

 

 

There was a lengthy discussion among our
tribe and the rival tribe; Leonard and Bubba seemed to be
negotiating unknown terms. I wondered if it was our safety they
were concerned about. I suspected it was. After a particularly
heated exchange, an agreement was hashed out.

Leonard waved to me. “Come, girls. We go get
Wolfie.”

“Is it safe?” asked Leslie.

He nodded. “Yes.”

She glanced at me. “We get to meet these
fuckers in the flesh. I can hardly wait. I have a thing or two I
want to say to them.”

“I bet.”

As we approached the group of Sasquatches,
the other ape’s noses perked up. Their eyes glimmered in a carnal
light, roaming over us readily. They seemed to like what they
smelt, which made my skin crawl. They were similar in height and
appearance to our apes; their thick winter coats were threaded
through with patches of white. A moment of curiosity and distrust
ended when Bubba roared, asserting his authority. He was clearly
older than the others, which demanded respect, even from strangers.
They nodded deferentially, casting furtive glances our way, but the
moment of uneasiness ended within seconds, and we began to hike
into the forest, leaving the rushing water behind.

They led us to a cave; the opening was a gash
in the side of the mountain big enough for only one ape to enter at
a time. The sounds of animalistic grunting reached me, and again, a
thread of worry had my feet stopping. It was a sound I had grown
accustomed to. It was the utterance of an ape having sex.

Leslie patted my back. “Don’t let up now.
We’re almost there.”

Our smell must have alerted whoever was
inside, because the sounds stopped abruptly. Leonard took my hand,
helping me with the final ascent.

“Thanks.”

He grinned, surprising me, flashing enormous
ivory teeth. “You’re welcome.” His voice was deep and raspy.

In that moment, he looked almost human. The
expression on his face had been so endearing and unexpected; I
gaped at him with my mouth open. Now I knew what my sister found so
appealing. He could be charming when he wanted and sweet. His
response revealed intelligence and humor. His behavior did not stop
there. He grabbed me, hauling me against him; his heated breath was
on my neck.

“You smell good,” he rasped. “Yummy like
Porsche.”

“D-do you miss her?”

He nodded. “She comes back soon. You stay,
and I have you both.”

That was not what I wanted to hear. “Um, no.
I have to go home.”

“Guys, you can argue about this later,”
griped Leslie, who stood behind us with her hands on her hips. “I’m
getting my kid. Either make forward progress or get outta the
way.”

The other apes had already disappeared into
the opening, leaving us loitering in the doorway. Leslie brushed
past us; her jaw was set determinedly. There was light up head; the
source came from a small fire. To my horror, there was a naked
woman hanging from the ceiling. She had semen dripping down her
inner thighs, and the smell of sex was rife. Her wrists had been
tied with rope, and her mouth was covered in a gag.

“Oh, my God.” I glanced around in the
dimness, noting two additional Sasquatches, who stared at us with
interest. My eyes fell on a man dressed in black and his buddy;
both were tied up and bleeding. The woman looked unharmed, aside
from having been sexually assaulted.

“Where’s Wolfie?” Leslie seemed unconcerned
by the condition of the humans, pushing her way forward, searching
impatiently. An ape in the corner held something in his arms. He
got to his feet. “Omigod! Wolfie! Give me my baby!” Leslie snatched
the infant from him, the baby recognizing her instantly. His little
body was covered in tan fur, and his eyes were bright. “Thank God.”
She held him close, kissing his fuzzy face. “Oh, baby, my little
baby.”

Bubba and another ape began talking; the
sound was gruff and strange, and the noise of their conversation
echoed in the confined space. I stood awkwardly, feeling uneasy and
repulsed by what they had done to the woman. She eyed us; her look
was pleading.

“Oh, man,” I said. “What are they going to do
to these people?”

“They fucking attacked us,” snarled Leslie.
She grasped the edge of a filthy rag and yanked it down one of the
men’s faces. “Who are you?” Blood was smeared on his forehead.

“We’re B-Bigfoot hunters. Can you help
us?”

“Are you kidding me? You fucking attacked us.
You didn’t give a damn who you were shooting at. Did you know your
buddies are all dead? Dead and buried, asshole.”

I was mildly surprised by the vehemence in
her voice, but she did have a point. We could have all been wounded
or killed by the arrows, which flew indiscriminately.

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