“I was tired; I was still hurting from the wounds that bear had inflicted upon me. How was I to know she
had little ones around her? She saw me as a threat protecting her young ones.
Finally, I staggered into a clearing and fell into a patch of moss, soft to the touch and wet from the rain
last night. I didn’t care if there was danger lurking about.
I awoke to a strange man looking at me; I blinked my eyes to see a white wolf with one yellow and one
green. I moved up slowly not to scare such a rare animal watching me it’s head moved up and down and
side ways. I moved my hand slowly out to the wolf letting him smell that I mean no harm to him, he did
smell my hand but after two minutes of starring at me, I groaned from the pain, the wounds I had taken
in. I took a breath in my lungs, as the wolf moved back some and ran off into the thick forest. I was told
by the natives of this land that this is Cheyenne’s wolf be named Snow, while she was building the cabin
the wolf as a small pup was lost and came up to her, this was the time after her Partner Don betrayed
her and shot her five times in the chest, bitter pain she went through and if it wasn’t for the small wolf
and her remaining few friends she would of passed on.
I straggled to me feet, holding the scars from the bear attack, I walked barely moving as I followed the
wolf’s tail, I moved tree branches out of the way and felt like this was a dream, my pain soon faded and I
moved like the wind, I heard the beating of the drums off to the west, before I knew it I was never the
river, I stopped to see the white wolf stop at the river, it’s head down lapping up the water, I moved
down to the river and kneeled next to the wolf, it turned it’s head to me, watching me as I moved my
hand down into the cold river taking in some water, I loved my hand back up taking in the water into my
hot mouth, it felt good going down into my chest, almost feeling as thou my wounds was healing.
I looked around seeking my eyes towards where I was, my eyes feeling as thou they was blacking and
fading in and out, now pain stringed hot on my wounds, I thought help me, but I couldn’t speak through
the pain, I soon, laid on my side as I heard a voice, I know this voice, it’s…
I awoke in a cabin, vision coming back in as I see my surroundings, I open my mouth to speak but words
seem not to be coming out. I look towards the fire place, seeing this woman, with long blond hair, she’s
slim, looks to weight 120 pounds or so, don’t really know to tell you the truth, she turns her head
towards me I can see who she is, Cheyenne.
Smiling at MacGyver “Well now MacGyver what kind of trouble did you get yourself into now?”
MacGyver makes a fate smile at Cheyenne saying “I umm...a bear protecting her cubs.”
Cheyenne moved over to MacGyver sitting at his bed side saying “A bear you say?”
She dabs’ his forehead speaking “I guess you learned your leasion not to mess with Miss Bear.”
MacGyver looks around nodding not in the mood to talk about the bear.
Cheyenne laughs.
She then stops and looks to Snow “you know if Snow didn’t find you in the clearing and lead you to the river I would have never found you until days later maybe more, your one luck cat with all nine lives.”
MacGyver “I’m one luck cat, mew.”
She places bites and pieces of fish she had cut up just for him to eat, she sits down next to him and one
by one she feeds him the fish pieces.
MacGyver “ mmm, this is good.”
Cheyenne “Glad you are enjoying my special fish rich in iron to build up your blood, you lost a lot of it.”
MacGyver smiles through the pain.
After he ate some of the fish she feeds the rest to Snow.
Standing up she then say’s “Now rest tomorrow you’re going to be getting up and moving around the
sooner you get up and moving the sooner you can heal.”
MacGyver drifts off to sleep.