Much of the day had been spent trying to put something together in the Armadillo saloon for a book I was trying to write. I had been taking it steady, keeping the drinks few and far between so that my writing didn't become incoherent, or at worst, smudged. It was a slow process, I was finding inspiration harder to find than a Carolina Parakeet.
Although I struggled to find inspiration, I was able to easy come accross distraction. A man stumbled through the door as I was staring out of the window hoping that a thought would pass by to visit. His face was stained crimson with, almost like war paint, but his movement and torn clothing suggested that whatever battle he had faced was not one that went in his favour.
Every one just stared as the main tried hard to summon the strength to try and explain what happened. He took a sip of some half finished drink that had been left on the table for at least an hour.
Apparently, the man needed help. A bear attacked two of his men near Twin Rocks, and for all he knew they could be bear shit by this time tomorrow. I quizzed the man, I knew these lands and a story of a bear in that part of the country is almost as tall as the trees in the area they call home.
He told me about a man who had them in cages near Twin Rocks. You would think by now I would know better than to go out looking for bears.
There were no signs of any bears, whether it be Grizzly or Polar. Hell, even the sky was covered by clouds so there was no sign of the Ursine Constellations. There was however, some torn up, bloody clothing and partial human remains. There was no way the guys survived that mauling.
I scanned the horizon, make sure no one was watching me, then I heard a deep growl, I turned and a bear was moving fast towards me .
Quickly, I ran on foot to try and put cover between me and the beast. As I, tried to get around a tree, I fell the bears claws rip through my clothing and skin. It stung like a b*stard.
My gun was out and I fired shots round the tree at the bear. It made a awful noise before limping off. It was wondered...
I am not going to lie, I was tempted to see if I could finish the job and sell the bear parts. They fetch a good price. I realised that that this would be very unwise as I was woundered and so was the animal. I decided to go get some medical attention.
When I arrived at the doctors, the guy from earlier was there being patched up. I told the man about his friends, and he didn't say anything, he just fell silent, gripped in grief and trapped in his own head.
After I had my stiches, I went for a drink... or two. Leaving the Saloon I went to put my hat on, I realised I hadn't see it I was being chased by the bear..
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