Bonner Incident by Thomas A Watson, Michael L Rider Page B
Authors: Thomas A Watson, Michael L Rider
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around William as Joshua disappeared from sight and they just stood, staring down the road.
Hearing a truck, she turned toward the shop on the other side of the property to see the guys pulling up. They all climbed out, running toward the shop and were soon carrying stuff out. “William, we have work to do,” she said, then leaned over and kissed his cheek.
Driving out of town, Joshua looked at the dashboard clock and saw it was after six. “This is bullshit,” he mumbled, wiping his eyes. Clearing his mind, Joshua thought about what he had to do as he drove on to his cabin. Reaching over into the passenger seat, he turned up the radio he’d taken off of Wayne.
The cabin had belonged to his great-uncle, who died in the war and was passed onto his dad, then to him. Like the BMW he’d asked Ben to move, the land was still in his great uncle’s name. When the renewal papers came in the mail, he’d just sent back a check. Joshua had thought of changing the land over to his name but liked having it in his uncle’s name. Now he was happy that neither he nor his dad had changed the title. It was just twenty acres, but it sat in the middle of a national forest.
Under no illusions, Joshua knew he couldn’t stay there long, but at least he had another place to go to. He’d found it the year after his dad died and took the biggest elk he had ever seen. It was an old dug out left by a trapper. Joshua had found trinkets in the dugout that dated to the early 1800’s and was certain that no one else had ever been there since.
Whoever had built it, just laid logs over a small ravine and dug it out. It was only twenty by twenty feet, but unless you literally stumbled on it, you could be next to it and never know it was there. Joshua had found it while scouting and had pushed past some bushes and found an ancient dilapidated door. He’d had to break the door because dirt had piled up inside against it.
Falling in love with it instantly, Joshua slowly over the years, had made small repairs and used it as an elk camp. He’d even dug up small bushes and placed them around the entrance to help hide it from other hunters. Feeling that he’d been the one to find it, so he shouldn’t have to share it.
This year, he had taken his elk on his first day of hunting and still had over a ton of hay there for the horses, along with some feed. There was a tiny clearing half a mile away that he let the horse and mules graze in, when he came up in the summer to scout. Now, he would use it to hide and if pushed more, hunt different game.
He had never taken anyone there. This would’ve been the first year that William could hunt and Joshua was going to take him to see his special camp, that was only a stone’s throw from the Canadian border. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust William, but it was a hard trek in, and in winter was ten times worse. More than once, Joshua had to pack up and haul ass in a blizzard so he didn’t get snowed in.
Passing the town sign of Nordman, Joshua slowed and wondered if he should just turn himself in. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Be damned if I sit in a jail cell because they want my shit,” he mumbled and pressed the accelerator down, leaving that thought behind.
It was dusk when he pulled up to the cabin. He unloaded the mules into the small stable and then unloaded the truck, just dropping stuff on the floor of the cabin. Then he went back to the truck and took everything that was not a part of the truck out. Dropping everything on the floor of the cabin, he looked at the AR laying on the table and shook his head. “Haven’t heard anything yet,” he said holding up the radios he’d taken.
Trotting back to the truck, he drove down to Nordman Road and headed west to the Washington border only two miles away. When he entered Washington, he turned off of the highway onto a logging road. Driving back ten miles, he found the old landing they had used twenty years ago, when they logged this
Hearing a truck, she turned toward the shop on the other side of the property to see the guys pulling up. They all climbed out, running toward the shop and were soon carrying stuff out. “William, we have work to do,” she said, then leaned over and kissed his cheek.
Driving out of town, Joshua looked at the dashboard clock and saw it was after six. “This is bullshit,” he mumbled, wiping his eyes. Clearing his mind, Joshua thought about what he had to do as he drove on to his cabin. Reaching over into the passenger seat, he turned up the radio he’d taken off of Wayne.
The cabin had belonged to his great-uncle, who died in the war and was passed onto his dad, then to him. Like the BMW he’d asked Ben to move, the land was still in his great uncle’s name. When the renewal papers came in the mail, he’d just sent back a check. Joshua had thought of changing the land over to his name but liked having it in his uncle’s name. Now he was happy that neither he nor his dad had changed the title. It was just twenty acres, but it sat in the middle of a national forest.
Under no illusions, Joshua knew he couldn’t stay there long, but at least he had another place to go to. He’d found it the year after his dad died and took the biggest elk he had ever seen. It was an old dug out left by a trapper. Joshua had found trinkets in the dugout that dated to the early 1800’s and was certain that no one else had ever been there since.
Whoever had built it, just laid logs over a small ravine and dug it out. It was only twenty by twenty feet, but unless you literally stumbled on it, you could be next to it and never know it was there. Joshua had found it while scouting and had pushed past some bushes and found an ancient dilapidated door. He’d had to break the door because dirt had piled up inside against it.
Falling in love with it instantly, Joshua slowly over the years, had made small repairs and used it as an elk camp. He’d even dug up small bushes and placed them around the entrance to help hide it from other hunters. Feeling that he’d been the one to find it, so he shouldn’t have to share it.
This year, he had taken his elk on his first day of hunting and still had over a ton of hay there for the horses, along with some feed. There was a tiny clearing half a mile away that he let the horse and mules graze in, when he came up in the summer to scout. Now, he would use it to hide and if pushed more, hunt different game.
He had never taken anyone there. This would’ve been the first year that William could hunt and Joshua was going to take him to see his special camp, that was only a stone’s throw from the Canadian border. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust William, but it was a hard trek in, and in winter was ten times worse. More than once, Joshua had to pack up and haul ass in a blizzard so he didn’t get snowed in.
Passing the town sign of Nordman, Joshua slowed and wondered if he should just turn himself in. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Be damned if I sit in a jail cell because they want my shit,” he mumbled and pressed the accelerator down, leaving that thought behind.
It was dusk when he pulled up to the cabin. He unloaded the mules into the small stable and then unloaded the truck, just dropping stuff on the floor of the cabin. Then he went back to the truck and took everything that was not a part of the truck out. Dropping everything on the floor of the cabin, he looked at the AR laying on the table and shook his head. “Haven’t heard anything yet,” he said holding up the radios he’d taken.
Trotting back to the truck, he drove down to Nordman Road and headed west to the Washington border only two miles away. When he entered Washington, he turned off of the highway onto a logging road. Driving back ten miles, he found the old landing they had used twenty years ago, when they logged this
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