This is chapter one of at least 3 in a story that my friend Justin has written called The Trapper’s Christmas. He is an amazing person who has had a rough year (like most of us), so I thought that I would post his stories here for all to read (hopefully). This is edited only for grammatical and spelling errors.
I have written several short stories over the years about an old trapper, Jim Roberts, and how he keeps his Christmas. I figured I’d maybe put some up here in an attempt to get them out for people to read. I have wanted to get them published but that’s a joke as it costs a fortune. So I’m going to start sharing some of them, sort of a chapter at a time sort of things. If you like them I will continue. If not I will stop. I will start tonight with the first. I will also try and find a picture to go with it. I always intended to do the illustrations for my stories if they were published but, again, pipe dreams.
TRAPPER’S CHRISTMAS
The sound of wind in the evergreens is the only break in the silence of winter that surround the small cabin. Inside the cabin an old trapper, Jim Roberts, sets in his handmade rocker meditatively watching the snow fall outside the small window. Next to him lies his old blue tick Beau, content to lay in the warmth coming from the wood stove in the center of the cabin. As the trapper rocks, he thinks of days gone by, and those who he loves , that he hasn’t seen in many years. The sparkling hints of tears come to his eye as he remembers Christmas feasts and friends and family brought together around great tables. With that thought he stops rocking and looks at his pup. “Beau,” he says almost in a whisper, “You’re my only family now and by god you deserve a Christmas as much as anyone!” With that he stands and walks to his coat hanging on a branch he nailed to the wall…..Chapter two tomorrow. Maybe if someone steals these as I am posting them at least someone can publish them…..
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