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looked to be walking slowly toward the ranch but then suddenly they broke into a run. Kendra looked around to see what might have spooked them when she noticed a pack of wolves charging toward the four scared bison. There were seven or eight of them at least. Even if the larger two got away, the younger ones were defenseless against so many hungry wolves. Kendra needed to do something.
“ Buffalo ranch, this is Ranger Jones, over,” She spoke into her radio.
With no reply, she spoke again, “Buffalo ranch, do you copy? This is Kendra Jones, over.”
“ We copy Ranger Jones, what’s up?” a cheerful voice said. It was Jill, the station’s radio operator, the only other female at the station who didn’t work in the gift shop, museum or café; she was also Brickman’s wife. Kendra breathed a sigh of relief.
“ Hey Jill, I’m at Prospect Peak. I need assistance; four buffalo out here are about to attacked by a wolf pack, over.”
“ Negative, all buffalo are accounted for and are secure for the night Ranger Jones.”
“ Copy that, but are you sure? I’m looking at four bison, two large and two small ones, over.”
“ Ranger Jones, the storm is about to come in, I suggest you head here to the station and that’s an order!”
Kendra knew that voice, Brickman, of course he’d already be there.
“ But sir, what about the bison? Over.”
“ Not our problem Jones and don’t try to be a hero! Now, get your butt back here pronto before you get your silly ass stuck in the blizzard! Do you copy Ranger Jones?”
“ Copy that sir, on my way, over,” Kendra said reluctantly. She’d rescued more than a few animals out here, an elk that had gotten caught by the antlers in tree, a baby moose that wandered away from its mother and so on.
She picked up her binoculars to check out the animals again. To her surprise, the wolves were not attacking the bison, who’d stopped running, it looked as if the wolves were playing with the bison!
What the hell? She thought as she stepped further away from the jeep, forgetting that she was on a sloped hill and there was a drop off of more than one hundred feet below. She slipped, losing her balance and rolled to the bottom of the hill.
****
They could no longer hide among the Crow Indians in Montana. They were an Arapaho race of shamans that the native tribes called “shadow people”. They could shift at will into any animal of their choosing. Their shifting abilities made them dangerous to the Crow people because the government somehow found out about them and wanted them caught and tested to see if their abilities could be used in some way for the military and more. They’d been hunted for years and moved from tribe to tribe seeking safety, but the tribes would be harassed by government agents.
They were safe under the tribal government until the federal government overruled them. They didn’t want to make trouble for the tribes that had graciously taken them in. Their numbers were few already and in order for their race to survive, they needed a safe place, away from the humans to breed and practice their magic.
It was his father’s idea to live among the protected animals of the Yellowstone National Park. Joseph Blackhorse and his family were coming from Montana. They had lived everywhere from New Mexico, Colorado to Montana near the Canadian border. Each time, within weeks, the government had located them, either because someone had given away their secret or there were spies inside the tribes.
Joseph could only pray that his father’s vision of true safety in the Yellowstone Park proved to be true. Hiding among the animals in plain sight, seemed good enough but what of the park rangers? He didn’t trust the humans, Indian or not. He was tired of being hunted and moving from place to place. He wanted to call someplace truly home, somewhere that he could be himself.
The land here was truly beautiful and he breathed in the cold air deeply. In his human form,
“ Buffalo ranch, this is Ranger Jones, over,” She spoke into her radio.
With no reply, she spoke again, “Buffalo ranch, do you copy? This is Kendra Jones, over.”
“ We copy Ranger Jones, what’s up?” a cheerful voice said. It was Jill, the station’s radio operator, the only other female at the station who didn’t work in the gift shop, museum or café; she was also Brickman’s wife. Kendra breathed a sigh of relief.
“ Hey Jill, I’m at Prospect Peak. I need assistance; four buffalo out here are about to attacked by a wolf pack, over.”
“ Negative, all buffalo are accounted for and are secure for the night Ranger Jones.”
“ Copy that, but are you sure? I’m looking at four bison, two large and two small ones, over.”
“ Ranger Jones, the storm is about to come in, I suggest you head here to the station and that’s an order!”
Kendra knew that voice, Brickman, of course he’d already be there.
“ But sir, what about the bison? Over.”
“ Not our problem Jones and don’t try to be a hero! Now, get your butt back here pronto before you get your silly ass stuck in the blizzard! Do you copy Ranger Jones?”
“ Copy that sir, on my way, over,” Kendra said reluctantly. She’d rescued more than a few animals out here, an elk that had gotten caught by the antlers in tree, a baby moose that wandered away from its mother and so on.
She picked up her binoculars to check out the animals again. To her surprise, the wolves were not attacking the bison, who’d stopped running, it looked as if the wolves were playing with the bison!
What the hell? She thought as she stepped further away from the jeep, forgetting that she was on a sloped hill and there was a drop off of more than one hundred feet below. She slipped, losing her balance and rolled to the bottom of the hill.
****
They could no longer hide among the Crow Indians in Montana. They were an Arapaho race of shamans that the native tribes called “shadow people”. They could shift at will into any animal of their choosing. Their shifting abilities made them dangerous to the Crow people because the government somehow found out about them and wanted them caught and tested to see if their abilities could be used in some way for the military and more. They’d been hunted for years and moved from tribe to tribe seeking safety, but the tribes would be harassed by government agents.
They were safe under the tribal government until the federal government overruled them. They didn’t want to make trouble for the tribes that had graciously taken them in. Their numbers were few already and in order for their race to survive, they needed a safe place, away from the humans to breed and practice their magic.
It was his father’s idea to live among the protected animals of the Yellowstone National Park. Joseph Blackhorse and his family were coming from Montana. They had lived everywhere from New Mexico, Colorado to Montana near the Canadian border. Each time, within weeks, the government had located them, either because someone had given away their secret or there were spies inside the tribes.
Joseph could only pray that his father’s vision of true safety in the Yellowstone Park proved to be true. Hiding among the animals in plain sight, seemed good enough but what of the park rangers? He didn’t trust the humans, Indian or not. He was tired of being hunted and moving from place to place. He wanted to call someplace truly home, somewhere that he could be himself.
The land here was truly beautiful and he breathed in the cold air deeply. In his human form,
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