THE YOUGHIOGHENY SCREAMS
By ~ Absolutely*Kate
Lying beside Gabe was his best bud, Duke. It had been a long night, but they'd made it, thank God, they'd made it. Dawn shot light shards through a cathedral of cottonwoods on the west side of the ravine. Thankfully, the copse provided cover from where the hard-pressed duo had scrambled up doubletime from the brown river's edges churning danger below, cross currents of mud and fear still swirling the mighty Youghiogheny. They knew it -- today was far from last night . . . but far from over as well.
Gabe listened, cautiously -- nope, only sound o'reverberation was Duke's steady, even, snoreless
breathing, comprehending even in sleep what a sound out of place could bring down upon them in this godforsaken suddenly out-of-sorts place -- he slept the sleep of one who has come across challenge, met it well and yet held self and safety in deep reverent check.
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