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The Kalispell Run by
David Robbins
Chapter One
The three men were huddled together several feet from the roaring fire,
conversing in hushed tones, idly watching the blonde woman prepare their
evening meal: rabbit stew. All three wore a tunic and cloak made from
bearskin, stitched together using deer sinew. All of the men were filthy,
their long hair and beards matted with sweat and grime, their bodies
reeking from neglect and a devoted aversion to water and bathing. The
tallest of the grubby trio was armed with a Glenfield Model 15 bolt-action
rifle, snugly cradled in his brawny arms. The oldest carried an axe, and the
youngest a crude spear consisting of a lengthy straight branch with the tip
sharpened and hardened in the smoldering ashes of a fire.

"Can't figure it out," the youngest commented to his companions.
"Where could they all be?"

The tallest shook his head. "We've looked and looked. If they don't show
up in a week, we'll go south."

"Why south, Grant?" the oldest inquired.

Grant gazed at the stars filling the sky. "Winter comes in a couple of
months. I'm tired of cold. I heard it's warmer in the south."

"What about her?" the youngest asked, jerking his left thumb in the
direction of the woman.

"What do you think?" Grant replied. "We have some fun, and then we
kill her, just like all the rest."
 "I'm looking forward to the fun," the youngest admitted, licking his
thick lips.

"Me too!" the eldest cackled.

The blonde woman provided a stark contrast to her bestial captors. She
was lean and lithe, attired in skimpy, tattered rags. Her entire demeanor
was marked by dignity and composure, despite her perilous predicament.
Although she was covered with cuts and scratches, and there was a large
welt above her right eye, she bore the pain patiently and resolutely. As she
stood to take the metal pot of stew to the men, her own stomach growling
from her prolonged lack of nourishment, she steeled her mind, refusing to