Spring 1846 – Abandoned in Haste and Fear

I did not feel it wise to run. My lungs would not take the exertion nor did my legs yet have the balance. I faced the Hoahk and attempted to stand straight and hard. 

It gave a bellows hiss and hesitated in its charge. It reached its left hand to the nearest oak and dragged its claws through tree flesh like oars cutting water. I felt my stomach fill with ice.