It's been almost two months since I wrote that and now Dad is terribly sick and the nearest town is Bettles and that is ten miles away. We don't have the medicine to heal him and I am afraid he is going to die. I look up and I see two pairs of eyes watching me from the trees. I reach for the pistol that was in my belt but before I can draw it the eyes disappear from sight. The whole day I feel like I am being watched. It is time to go to bed but before I do my father calls me over to speak to me.
"Son I know that you do not want me to die but, all of us have to sometime. I know that I will not survive the sickness, but even after death, I will always be there to guide you down the right path. Take care of Dave because my passing will hit him the hardest, and I love you my son and always remember I will always guide you down the right path" he said.
"Ok," I said.
In the morning, I wake up to my father being dead. I go and sit on the stump by the fire and cry. I tell myself I must remain strong and take care of Dave and keep the claim running. I cover my father's body up and go to wake Dave up. I tell him it is time to get to work. At lunch I sit with Dave "so I have something to tell you Dave" I said.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Dad is dead he died sometime in the night," I said.
"What...No NO!!! He could not have died!" He screamed.
"Come let's go see his grave," I told him.
We walked to the pine tree near the edge of the woods and saw his grave. After a while, we heard a pair of feet hitting the ground coming towards us. We turned and drew our pistols. The people we saw were two natives with bows. We lead them to our camp and they said they would help us build a cabin and make a garden.
