Violet-purple dusk had eaten away any prime-of-day by the passing-time they had reached nine thousand feet ascent; exiting a crumpled boulder field Micah paused allowing the packhorse he led to blow; Miss Traci halted Skippy beside her man. A granite-mountain mammoth reached high above, right before their eyes; white snow crowned a gargantuan stark summit. Awesome!
A gasp escaped Traci’s red lips at such
a spectacular sight filling her perspective. Fantastic!
A silver-mirror reflective-lake lay between
them and the awesome escarpment offering an
inverted view of the celestial palette-painted masterpiece. She stared
in wonder-delight!
“Oh!”
She managed in a nearly silent whispered adoration. “Beautiful!---Just…Gorgeous!”
“I thought you might like the view,” he
said. “I call it---Home! I live it
in…Love! & Peace!”
Traci reached his hand giving it a soft
touch. “Yes!” She breathed. “I can
feel it, too!”
When light had final faded, at long
last, Micah had axed heavy pine boughs to strengthen the roof of his tidy
encampment. He had built it some time back against the sheer granite cliff
utilizing boulders as makeshift walls; the pine roof served well to harbor
against snowy nights and errant freezing mountain rains. A mountain spring
babbled into a catch-pool at the back of the tidy shelter. Behind the rustic
accommodation rose a vertical granite mountain cliff wall some two hundred feet
high; twenty feet above the lake surface a rock outcropping afforded shelter
from the weather as a protruding natural roof.
Situated slightly above the level of the
lake and some fifty feet beyond its shore, the front access opening afforded a
clear view of the lake and surrounding area offering a surveillance
perspective. The only approach was the game trace through which the pair had
entered.
Micah built a fire within the cabin
inside a homemade hearth of flat stones facilitating three sides and a top.
When the fire roared he filled a blackened kettle with mountain crystal spring water
and set it atop the flat rock to heat; Micah searched out tea he had purchased
in Denver at a Chinaman’s shop and brought out bacon and biscuit makings along
with a cast iron Dutch oven.
Traci made herself useful, all the while
keeping an eye on Micah. He was devilish handsome and went about his chores
with a natural adroit acumen born of any masculine Independent-Individual. She fully approved of her man! Traci
removed the horses’ tack, stowed it and curried the animals. She took off the
panier from the pack horse after the contents had been removed.
Blue-white
diamond sparkle-jewels delight dark-night
Hinted
pink-blush of dawn ushers-in golden sunlight
Encampment below
awesome mountain pinnacle-sight
Dancing
crystal-waves stir yonder Mystery Love-height
Indian
schoolmarm charming lovely-maiden Traci LaRue
That
mountain-man Micah loved the girl was all he knew
Live “Free” a
bit south of comfort-warm sun high-noon
Just slightly west of a rising alabaster-pale full moon
(Part 4 of 9 Tomorrow)
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