Life is “easy”---Today!…“Too”-easy!?---But…once!?
Silver-sparkle blue-white diamonds glistened like nighttime pinpoints-of-starlight on a black-abyss canvass-canopy at midnight intermittently-dancing between the swaying branches heavy with myriad green-leaves of summer, frothy ripple-crests of a cascading-river reflecting an alabaster-pale full-moon illumination.
On the late day-of-afternoon prior at a
mountain-altitude of 7,500-ft., a determined-chill cut the thin-air in spite of
clear-skies sporting a bright yellow-sun warm upon the face but lending no
relief from the bite-of-elevation.
A plethora of river-willow stretched
from the distant northeast-horizon to disappear behind far hills to the north;
a stiff mountain-breeze danced the trunks twisting and turning fresh leaves.
Rolling-plains drifted east and west
from the river-basin bordering either-side of the tributary; building-clouds to
the west threatened rain, probably within the next few hours ushering sunset.
A slight-sniff of the crisp-air revealed
an ever-do-slight hint of a heaviness toward-humidity; years of mountain-living
experience had taught Buckskin to not only hone his senses, but, to trust-them.
Twenty-years of survival in a hostile-harsh environment depended on a savvy-understanding; he had well-earned
his reputation as a “Mountain-man” of
the highest-order.
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