The Mountain Man and Randy Chapter 6 Cast iron Cookware
Posted: Thursday, December 17, 2009
by Cecil Nye
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The sun was high in the sky when they stopped to build a fire to cook lunch.
I will cook what's left of the deer I shot, Jim was thinking to himself.
Randy was running ahead and back around, like any good mountain dog would do.
He was searching for anything that might be out of the ordinary. And in these mountains that is usually the normal thing for something to be wrong.
"Wake up, it's about time we stopped to eat something."It was a long time since the biscuits and gravy he had made way back at the cabin that morning.
When he was unpacking the pots and pans off the mule the Indian he called Pete was starting to put a few sticks together and making a small fire.
Randy showed up without a sound. Jim looked up and smiled.
He is looking for that Old Dutch Oven. Don't worry old boy, we packed your kettle right here." Then he walked to the creek and filled it with water for the dog. Randy was really found of that old kettle. Something about the smell of that cast iron cookware that the dog liked.
Meat won't keep without it being dried right or kept on ice, and they didn't have any of that.
So today will be their last meal of that unless they come across another animal on their way to the village. "Sorry Randy it looks like its going to be onions and fish after this". The big dog just looked at him with them big dark eyes; I swear that dog knows every word I say."
Not one word was said when Jim was cooking in that cast iron pan. The smell of the pine log filling the air, the venison and the cast iron cookware had their mouths watering.
And Randy was more than happy to take care of washing the dishes. He always liked this part.
"Come on Randy, it's time to head down to the creek." That was an old ritual they had been doing since they was together. When they were done Jim loaded all the pots and pans on the mule and got Pete situated for the ride. Next he sent Randy ahead to check the trail. He will be back in a few minutes if all is well.
They headed down that old mountain trail again, for the village that seemed so far away now.
It would take at least another day or two at this pace, and if nothing else went wrong along the way.
Jim and Randy were not strangers to the dangers of these mountains, but they sure would like to get this trip behind them. Something is always around the next bend in the trail.
Something or someone looking to steal their supplies or the very life they had. Neither one of them planned on letting this happen today.
But what is around that next bend? "What is it Randy, what do you hear?"
Find out in the next chapter.
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Top-level comments on this article: (5 total)Great - spaces and italics make it so much more readable! Loved it!! MarijoThank you
Cecil, great way to introduce a book. Your style flows well and is easy to follow. I am looking forward to the next chapter.Thank you very much.
Interesting story. Thank you. ~sThank you. The snow and wind caught the front door and tore the handle off. I will try to get back and post again today. But if i cant, I will in a day or two. Cant go without the storm door.
"The Indian was tied down to the old mule"?!What did he do to deserve that?
great story Cecil. When's the next chapter due out? Looking forward to reading it.
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