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seemed
to always be in fine spirits, no matter what the situation, and I
envied their enthusiasm.
    Leonard turned to look at me. “You good,
Lena?”
    “Yeah, I guess.”
    “You unhappy?”
    “I should be home.”
    He snorted. “You are home.”
    That was not what I had wanted to hear. “You
can’t kidnap women like this.”
    “I didn’t.” He grinned impishly.
    “You know what I mean.”
    “You stay for a while. Bad weather’s coming.”
He sniffed the air. “Big storm.”
    Oh, great.
    As the day wore on, the wind began to pick
up, the gusts thrashing the limbs of trees above our heads,
creating a gale-force type of howl that left me feeling utterly
isolated. The apes seemed to know where they were going, keeping to
a path only they recognized, and I had to hope they had a plan for
when the snow began to fall. After lunch, the skies darkened
ominously, thick gray clouds blocking out the sun completely. The
walking had kept me reasonably warm, but exhaustion had begun to
rear its ugly head, and I worried that I would not be able to keep
up. My sister had become an expert, long distance hiker living with
the Sasquatches, but I hadn’t been trained in this manner. I never
went to the gym, and the most exercise I engaged in was walking
between classes.
    Tiny flakes began to fall about an hour
later, which was an indication of things to come. It would only get
worse from here. The pine trees had grown dense, and the terrain
was packed with boulders, which were coated in ice and snow. We
hadn’t gone far when Leonard suddenly stopped walking, the apes
sniffing the air. I came up behind them.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Other tribe is here,” rasped Archie.
    Leonard looked grim. “ Stiyaha .” He
grabbed me. “We go now!”
    “Oh! Omigod!”
    I was all but dragged up the side of the
mountain, my heart pounding in my chest.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    When it seemed we were a safe distance away,
the tense postures of the Bigfoots lessened, and they lumbered on
with ease. I, on the other hand, felt like I was going to die. My
lungs burned from the exertion, and my toes were worryingly numb.
The altitude had to be a factor as well, making breathing
difficult. To compound matters, the snow now fell in earnest, and I
prayed we would find shelter before it got any worse.
    I had dropped so far behind at one point,
that Leonard headed down the mountain to get me, picking me up in
his arms and carrying me for a long time. The raspy quality of his
breathing signified how hard the ape labored under the extra
burden. There was some discussion between them, and they glanced
around bewildered, shiny black eyes revealing confusion. It was
almost as if they had never been in this part of the forest before.
We had diverted from a known path, and now they were debating their
options.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Strange place,” Leonard rasped.
    “That’s bad?” He nodded. “Okay, put me down.
I’m good. I can walk.” He set me in the snow, which was more than a
foot thick. The scene around us was reminiscent of a winter
wonderland. Snow fell like frozen confetti. It was like being
trapped in a snow globe. “What are we gonna do?”
    “Look for shelter.”
    “Great.”
    We began to descend, following the jagged
ridge of the mountain; the path was completely obscured by snow. I
had to navigate the trenches carved out by enormous feet. The apes
were snow encrusted and dripping with wetness, but, from the looks
on their faces, they were determined to find a place that would
protect us for the night. The sight of them sniffing was either a
promising development or a warning of more danger.
    “What is it?”
    Archie had stopped, pointing to the left most
corner of the mountain. “I go up to look. Might be cave.”
    Leonard grunted in reply, flinging his
backpack on the ground. “We wait.”
    I dropped mine as well and sat on it, hiding
beneath the hood of my jacket. The knitted hat had saved my ears
from freezing, by

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