Due North: Chapter 1: The Crash
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Chapter One. The crash. Usually when a plan falls out of the sky, it draws an immediate crowd, but not in McIntyre's gulch. Especially not in winter when it snows more than not. The last storm had lasted three days and screamed like the damn the entire time. A plane crashing would just be one more noise amongst 1000 others. Breaking plane, breaking trees, breaking thunder. Unless it had landed on someone's roof. No one would notice anything until the spring thaw, because no one in their right mind would be out walking where I was until at least May after a decade of finding odd things while hiking, especially with max. This discovery didn't surprise me. That doesn't mean I wasn't dismayed to find an out of place, something blocking my way through the high meadow. It is one of the few level places where one can look up at the sky unimpeded by branches or rocks. It feels a bit like a cathedral, a sacred and secret place. Oh, I said to max who cocked his point of years my way. This isn't good. Someone has dumped their junker out here. Who would be such a pig? Max didn't agree that finding junk was bad. His eyes glittered with joy and he panted out double wide breaths of steam. He was full of energy after his game of canine. Hockey max loves going out on the frozen pond and having me shove him over the ice, kind of like crack the whip, but I let go and he goes skating. Unfortunately for him, I tire of the game long before he does, max still had plenty of energy to spare for exploration. And I felt guilty enough after my human hibernation to be lured deeper into the forest, thick snow gives the scenery a certain sameness, hiding both landmarks and dangers, making it easy to get lost or fall into trouble. I had learned to trust max to be my auxiliary eyes and nose. He always knew his way home, at least by dinner time. Still we had ventured out further than I had planned, and we're in an area I rarely visited after september a passing glacier left deep uneven furrows that one could fall into if the ice wasn't strong enough to bear the weight. I was rather wishing that I had stuck to my pattern and not found this eyesore, because now that it was discovered, I would have to look into it. After all, though it probably was someone's abandoned piece of junk, it might be something someone else. I began to circle the blob in the right light. Ice is more beautiful than diamonds. Certainly there is more of it, and with the sun shining on the crystals weakening their bonds, Snow can mumble and moan in ways that diamonds never would. Unfortunately, what was glittering at me was neither ice nor diamonds. It was glass and from the general outline of things I knew it was a sheet of glass like from a vehicle, a new fear presented itself. What if this wasn't an abandoned truck, but one that had had an accident. What if someone had gotten stranded out here and then caught in the storm? I hadn't heard that anyone was missing in town, but maybe someone had come up from little Fork Damn after three days of near white out conditions and below zero temperatures with a broken window, chances were anyone inside would be dead max inclined to rush in where angels and humans fear to tread, dashed up to the mound and began digging at what might be a door. I hoped it wasn't because he smelled carry it. I love him, but he has some disgusting eating habits. Max. Stop. You'll cut your paws now, I said, and meant it. Unless I am very clear about what I want. Max is inclined to do as he pleases.