Category Archives: Michigan Territory

Father steered toward the derelict. It had clearly seen hard weather. Its sails had been stowed but the canvas was fraying beneath the ropes. Little paint remained on the cabin, splintering wood showed on every surface. We saw no crew.  … Continue reading →

We smelled them before we heard them. The air filled with scents of almost lemon, almost molasses, almost honeysuckle. Behind the almost smells was an odor of bitterness that had no similarity to anything I knew. I held still, careful … Continue reading →

Tree Cutter made a sign and turn away from the hollow. “It’s that way. Past the dead trees and the black brambles,” he said. “I’ll wait two days for you here, if you want.” “We had not planned to be … Continue reading →

The snow made tracking the boar a simple task. The beast did not seem incovenienced by the great drifts deposited by the blizzard. He had plowed through with ease. I kept my snow slung across my back and walked through … Continue reading →