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Hum, that’s odd. I looked around, noticing the details of my surroundings. A red fox ran from over the hill to the west. A doe and her fawn followed the fox. I put down the ax and walked over to pick up my musket. Instinctively, I primed the pan and half-cocked the weapon.

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Chuck’s new book, A Storm Coming, won a Chaucer award, from Chanticleer Book Reviews. A retired educator, speaker, blogger, and pastor, he shares on @Chuck.Lizzy with the love of his life, Lizzy. Chuck is a member of the Lumbee Tribe of North Carolinia.

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When I reached the top of the hill, Ben was running toward me as fast as his feet could go, while screaming and looking over his shoulder. I immediately saw why. The largest black bear I had ever seen ran behind him. I fully cocked the musket, aimed at the bear, waited until it was fifteen paces away, and pulled the trigger. The muzzle flashed. The animal ran a few more yards and fell flat on its face.

Finally, Ben came to his senses and stopped running. He turned, as I was trying to turn the bear over.

“Hey, come over here. I could use some help.”

Ben panted and fell over, clutching a bleeding leg.

I stopped what I was doing. “Let me look at that leg.” I tore a sleeve from my shirt and cleaned dirt from the wound. “Wait here. I got a whiskey flask.” I returned with the whiskey and poured some into the wound.

Ben screamed in pain.

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I tore off my other shirt sleeve and wrapped it around Ben’s leg. “Could have been worse. You’ll be okay. What happened?”

“When I saw him, I slowly started backing away, moving toward my musket, but before I could get there, the bear charged. I took off running, but it caught me, knocking me to the ground. Trying to scare it away, I started yelling, but the damned thing bit into my leg. I couldn’t believe what was happening.”

I reached over to check the bandage on Ben’s leg. “When I saw you, you was runnin’ full out.”

“I was heading up the hill when the bear reappeared. Just when I knew I was done for, I heard a loud crack. I turned to see you standing there with a smoking musket. When I finally looked back, the bear was lying on the ground. You must have made a perfectly aimed shot, stopping him right in his tracks.”

“Good thing I keep my musket loaded.” I sat on the ground next to Ben, both of us looking at the bear in disbelief.

Neither one of us said anything for several moments.

Ben spoke first. “You saved my life!”

“Yeah, I guess now you owe me.”

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