Moonweavers by J.T. Savage Read Free Book Online

the right ones, keeping a good grip on the weapons at hand that he carries to the window ready to go at it with this wolf if it comes near him.  Scott slowly trots to the front door of the barn and goes right following the way the man ran saying out loud, “That didn’t go very well.”  Approaching the outside corner of the barn, he hears a thundering bang and scurries back alarmed and confused.  Pellets of the shotgun,hits toothpick size splinters, explode away from the side of the barn.  Scott says, “Not well at all.” and runs back into the cornfield as fast as possible.  Crossing the gravel road in a straight line through the woods, back into the safety of the rocky ridge hills and bluffs alongside the distance before him.  Thinking about being around humans may not be a good idea.  But not knowing what else to do, he keeps following the road.  At a very safe distance back, he finds another house.  This ones more of an animal farm than the other one was.  He could smell it hours ago.  Taking advantage of the bluff, he climbs up for a higher look, when he finally finds a hill that he thinks he can make.  The steeper areas of the hill were getting more climbable and easier to access so he attempts the high ground.  Trees were growing more easily within the area so he knew that if he happened to fall maybe one of them would stop his descent and using them kind of like pegs to leapfrog across if need be.  The dirt was harder and dryer the more he ascended up, not giving him anything to grip with his pads and claws, kicking his back legs harder with every good grip he could muster.  Leaping and hard strides to the next tree he finally finds give in the hill with more slopes and dips as he deeply pats slowly approaching the crest of the hill.  Scott lies down and catches his breath, pants fiercely.  He ponders now.  “Now its as simple as backtracking to where the farm is on the top of the bluff along the edge until I get a good look see at the house. Easy as pie.  I just sit and wait it out.  Plus if the other wolves try to track me down, maybe they wouldn’t go this way and if they do I could probably see them from up here to.  All I have to do is wait it out.  I ain’t doing much anyway.  It is awfully lonely though.”
    Scott slowly rises and calmly heads towards the bluff.  Enjoying the scenic view, he just calmly walks and looks, surveying and stopping once in awhile to listen with his ears at all the subtle movements of the animals and birds that take refuge deeper in the woods.  Enjoying the best of both worlds, in a way.  He could hear and see the wonders of the woods and at the same time look down at the long flat fields of farmland for miles with the gravel roads snaking along the bluffs edge and little patches of tree here and there like stalks of broccoli lying within the drainage ditches of the fields along the gravel road where it branched out into straight lines so far into the distance heading towards that monstrosity humans call a highway full of bad air and noisy automobiles towards their cities and towns.  Scott knew he would never be accepted equally, but respected as a thinking entity by even a handful was Scotts goal.  He didn ’t want to live alone and he don’t think he could live as a wolf in a pack, if they would even have him.  Scott sensed that the wolves wouldn’t .  They would know he was different too, just like this human did. 
    “ Yea, I will have to be more careful with the next one for sure.”
    But all hope wasn ’t lost.  In Scotts earlier years, he discovered that people really did enjoy animals quite a bit.  With their movies and news stories even of animals rescuing people from fires and calling 911 or so many people really do love animals.  So maybe it will work.  Maybe he will find somebody. 
    “ Maybe that farmer was just too scared.  He wanted to protect his family and farm. I mean, its not like I’m a fuzzy bunny.  I’m a