Chapter 1

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        Why did i keep having that dream?  I sat up in bed and looked around at my little log cabin, it seemed pretty bare.  There was a small fireplace, a bed, a half empty shelf.  Then there was my most prized possession a small book case filled with books.  Books were very rare then since most were destroyed in the blast twenty years earlier and more had been left to rot outside.

        i needed to get to work, i had to go to town and trade the Goliath Bear pelt that day, I was running low on ammunition for my two pistols and my rifle.  I had thought to make some breakfast before I go.  I grabbed a skillet off its peg by the fireplace and get to work.  Soon the harty smell of frying bacon filled the cabbin.  after I finished with my breakfast, I went outside to groom the majestic animal i would be riding into town. And no it was not a horse.  It was my pet kingwolf, Fang, even though she was as big as a horse, she was a wolf.

        I put on my guns and headed out the door getting my specially made saddle and fitted onto Fang, then we're off.

        When we finally got to town i was able to trade the pelt for one hundred rounds for my rifle and three hundred rounds for my pistols; along with two pounds of ham, a sack of flour, and two pounds of coffee.  As i walked around i found a man who offered me a job, he told me that he would give me one hundred dollars for each bearlion pelt i brought him.  I denied the job telling him it wasn't worth getting that close to those vicious creatures. They are a challenge even for me and not only in a pack.

        I soon arrived home and put Fang in her lot beside the cabin.  After cleaning and taking care of her, I turned my attention to the candy cats (small brightly colored feline like creatures) that i had caught on my way back home.  I hung thier pelts on the wall of fangs lot and went inside, quickly took off my guns and was going to sleep.

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