1899, the East is conquered by civilization, some stay and others go away.
The west is still wild, but for how long?
Times change, and we must accept this reality.
This is the story of a trapper woman named Sarah Gardner and her encounter with Dutch...
It's been two days since I track this bear. He attacked campers last night, it was a real carnage, there was practically nothing left, except for some pieces of dismembered body. I have to kill that bear, as long as he's alive, nobody will be safe. People say that it is a bloodthirsty monster that does not hesitate to attack all that moves, I even met a trapper who was saved in extremis of the claw of this monster. He was traumatized and seriously injured. I am not afraid. I would kill him and sell his skin and his claws and I would have enough meat for several days. He devoured my supplies for the next two weeks, everything was at home, but he destroyed the back door and made a mess.
I advance cautiously, my rifle in my hands, ready to shoot at the slightest sound that this animal will produce.
I hear a crackle on my left, I turn quickly and point the rifle in the same direction. My heart beats fast and adrenaline invades my body, I love this feeling, it's like anything can happen. Cracks intensify, I move slowly, it's just behind a bush. I stand up to see who makes noise. Suddenly a deer jumps towards me and makes me fall and shoot before fleeing into the forest.
-DAMMIT!!! I screamed at frustration.
I stand up and reload my rifle, then I hear a grunt, I turn back to the bush and a black mass stands in front of me.
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I shoot at the bear and he starts to charge towards me. I dodge and shoot him again, this time in the belly. I start running and reloading my weapon.
* I must aim his head *
I hear him running and growling behind me, I go around a tree and point the rifle at him and try to aim at his head, but I shoot him in the neck.
-Shit!!
I start running again, the pain the animal feels makes him even more aggressive. I don't have time to reload my rifle, this bullet will be the conclusion.
I cross a river and turn around, the bear is about a meter from me, I point my gun at him, and in a split second, I shoot him in the head. The animal collapses just in front of me. I let out a sigh of relief, and admire this animal. I look at his paws, his claws.
-Magnificent. I said, whispering.
I take out my knife and start to skin the animal.
Then I call my horse whistling and put on him, the fur of the bear and hurry to return to the village. Once there, people came running to me. They looked at the fur in the back of my horse.
- Is it the skin of the bear that killed my brother? Asked a woman, eager to hear my answer.
I get off my horse and answer her:
- Yes Madam.
The woman's gaze became joyful, and everyone around me applauded .
- What is your name? A man asks me.
- Sarah Gardner.
- Well, Miss Gardner, let us show you our gratitude.
One of them hurries to go and look for something in a house and immediately comes back to me. - Take this as a sign of our gratitude.
I took the box and opened it, there was at least 150 $.
I close the box and return it to him.
- Excuse me, but I can't accept.
- Of course ! Take this money! Please!
The man insists and handed me the box.
-No! I don't need it. Keep your money.
-You are sure?
- Absolutely.
One of the men returned to the house and came out with a small canvas bag.
-Take this then, for you and your horse.
I open the bag and discover biscuits and 3 apples for my horse.
-Thank you.
I went back on my horse and went away, I heard people greet and applaud me.
I'm not used to so much attention, usually I prefer to be discreet but this bear did not give me a choice, it was me or him. The night begins to fall, I will sleep in town once the skin is sold, and I will take a bath too, I need to relax.
