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“Good!
Goooood
,
Porsche,” rasped Leonard.

Exhausted, I lay on the rock staring
at the trees overhead. “Oh, man.”

Chapter Seven

When we reached camp, Dr. Haynes was
drawing blood from Harry, who looked irritated. I assumed they had already
gotten samples from the little ones. Daisy sat with
Maggy
and
Wolfie
on a blanket, eating berries, while
Leslie, Zelda, and Shelly watched our approach.

“I guess we don’t have to ask what
you were doing,” said Leslie.

“Nope. Found a hot spring.” I sat on
the blanket with the kids, taking
Maggy
in my lap.
“Guys, she’s a little too young to be eating berries.” Her face was purple. The
infant craned her neck, mewling, wanting to be fed.

“Leonard and
Pooky
,”
said Dr. Haynes. “If I could bother you for just a sec, that would be great. I
need to take some blood.”

“
Ggggrrrr
…”
Leonard sat on a rock. He and
Pooky
smelled of wet
fur. They weren’t keen on having their blood taken, but they allowed the
irritation nonetheless.

After the scientists had gathered the
information they needed, Leslie and I hugged them. They had given me a new
satellite phone, as we always seemed to break the ones we had.

“I’d love to keep going with you guys
and check out this new tribe, but I suspect it’ll be dangerous.”

“Maybe we’ll see you again at the end
of summer.”

“That’s what I’m thinking. I will want
to run some more tests on
Maggy
.”

My baby was of huge interest to the
scientists. I lowered my voice. “I’ll be back in town by September. Maybe I can
bring her by the facility.”

His eyes widened. “You don’t have to
do that.”

“If you promise not to kidnap her, I
might let you guys check her out.”

“That would be fantastic.”

The government had kidnapped Leonard
and Dale years ago and kept them for observation. Dr. Haynes had helped the
apes escape. We had an agreement with them since then. A few scientists
monitored the tribe, but at a safe distance. When the Bigfoot hunters had
attacked, the government had dealt with the fallout, suppressing the incident.
I wasn’t entirely trusting of them, but I could understand their interest in
the apes.

“We’d love to have her for a bit.”

“I’ll think about it, but I’m staying
with her.”

“Absolutely.”

“Onward we go,” said Shelly, slinging
a backpack over her shoulders. “Another thousand miles of road.” She grinned.
“I sound like I should be in a motorcycle movie or something.”

“So you’re not going with Dr. Haynes?”
I asked.

“Nope. Not ready to leave yet. It’s
just starting to get fun.”

“Wow. Well, okay then.” I shook
Steven’s hand. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Thanks so much for letting us hang
out.”

“I’m sure I’ll see you again. Be
careful on your way back. We aren’t the only tribe in these woods.”

“I’ll call for a pick up,” said
Connor. “We’re heading for the valley.”

“Take care.”

Zelda came over, hugging Dr. Haynes.
“Have a safe walk.”

“Thanks, Zelda. You watch over
Porsche.”

“I always do.”

A noxious stench suddenly filled the
air, as
Pooky
and Leonard urinated on the fire,
extinguishing the embers. This was an effective method, but the smell was awful.
Wolfie
caught a ride on Harry’s back, while I held
Maggy
. Daisy was with Zelda, and
Lendal
and Bubba Jr. strode on ahead, grunting and gesturing. We disappeared into the
western hemlocks and Douglas-firs moments later, moving south. As Dr. Haynes
had predicted, the walk was mostly downhill, which made for quick, easy
passage. The hours were spent talking, laughing, and singing, although we tried
to keep our voices down. The Sasquatches had separated, with Harry and Leonard
leading the way.
Lendal
, Bubba Jr., and
Pooky
were behind us. We would stop every so often, for
bathroom breaks and food. I fed
Maggy
around noon,
while crunching on a granola bar.

Leonard sat next to me. “We find them
tonight.”

“So soon?”

“Not far now.”

“Who are they?”

“Old tribe.”

“Do you know them?”

“A little.”

He seemed reluctant to talk about
these apes. “How many of them are there?”

He shrugged and grunted. “Don’t
know.”

“Will we be safe?”

His eyes roamed over my face. “Yes.”

“How long are we staying?”

“A while.”

I leaned into him. “Oh, Leonard.”

“You not happy?”

That was a surprise. “I am happy.”
The constant exercise had lifted my mood. “I’m fine. Just tired.”

“We stop tonight and make camp.”

“With a bunch of strangers.”

“I am a new leader. I meet other
tribal leaders.”

“Oh. I guess that makes me a tribal
queen,” I giggled. He licked my face. “Stop that.”

“You my queen, Porsche.”

“Oh, Leonard.”

We set out again after we had rested,
but, to my consternation, the walk went on for hours, well after sunset. Our
group had descended into a lush forest, the sounds of crickets resonating,
while low hanging branches touched my forehead. My legs were numb from the
exercise, my knees wobbly.
Maggy
was asleep in the
infant carrier, which was strapped to my back.
Wolfie
had gone to sleep clinging to Harry, who walked with long strides. The miles
hadn’t affected the apes at all, as they relished this kind of activity.
Leonard and
Pooky
grunted and gestured, sniffing,
picking up on danger, while Shelly grumbled about being exhausted.

“Oh, these fucking apes. Now I
remember why I hated the fucking woods.”

“I knew the thrill would wear off,”
laughed Leslie. “Didn't take long.”

“Jesus, we have to be getting close.”
I glanced behind me, seeing Harry. “The little ones need to go to bed.”

“Wait here,” rasped Leonard. He went
on ahead with
Pooky
.

“Where are they going?” asked Shelly.

“Meeting the new tribe,” said Harry.
“We stay here.”

I sat on a rock, exhaustion seeping
into my bones. Shelly drew near. “Man, I’m sick of walking.”

“Me too.”

There was a commotion in the distance,
and the hair on top of Harry’s head suddenly stood up. He growled deep in this
throat. With one fluid move,
Wolfie
was off his back,
as he handed the boy to Shelly.

“Whoa!” The sleeping toddler grunted,
wrapping his arms around Shelly’s neck. Harry took off into the woods, breaking
several branches in the process.

“I wonder if that’s a problem?” I was
so tired; I could hardly muster any emotions other than exhaustion.

“It’ll be fine,” said Zelda. “It’s a
territorial thing. They’re establishing dominance and stuff like that. They’ll
be back.”

We waited, listening to growls in the
distance. Things quieted down a while later, and I perceived a thumping, the
sound of heavy footfalls, heading in our direction.

“Um…how many do you think they are?”
I glanced at Zelda.

“Seems like…a lot.” She ran fingers
through her tangled tresses. “Either that or they’re all five hundred pounds a
piece.”

I glanced at the foliage, waiting now
with trepidation. We had been left alone, but what if something had happened to
our guys? What if they had been murdered? Now, instead of tiredness, I felt a
wave of fear and anxiety. The bushes moved then, and Harry stepped into view.
Leonard followed him. I breathed a sigh of relief.

“We meet the tribe,” rasped Leonard.
“Come.” He held out his hand.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes, they wait for us.”

Shelly was on her feet. “All right.
Let’s hit it.”

We grabbed our things and the
children;
Lendal
and Bubba Jr. were surprisingly
quiet, as if they too were worried. They lingered behind us, while
Pooky
brought up the rear. Harry and Leonard led the way.
There was a trail through the woods, the foliage thick in this area. I sensed
eyes on us; the prickling of the skin down my back alerted me to this fact. The
other tribe was near and watching our every move. How many of them were there?

There were lights up ahead; the glow
from a significant campfire beckoned. A series of rustic huts presented
themselves, which reminded me of my early days with the tribe. It seemed as if
the camp was deserted, but movement brought my attention towards the trees, as
several Sasquatches emerged. They were similar to our guys, the same height and
build, but their faces were different, some had sharper features, while others
were bland. There seemed to be five adult males, while two youngsters stood nearby.

Lendal
and Bubba Jr. perked up, eyeing
potential playmates.
Maggy
took that moment to cry,
her shrill bleat filling the air. I removed the infant carrier, grasping her
from the seat.

“Excuse me, folks.”
 
I sat on a blanket, which belonged to
the other tribe. My actions held the attention of the strangers, as they gazed
at me with blackened eyes watching my every move. Exposing a breast, I attached
Maggy
, who suckled immediately, her little mouth
puckering. It was then that I saw the flap of a hut open, revealing what looked
like a human woman. “Holy shit.”

Shelly and Zelda closed ranks,
sitting with me, while Leslie stood with Harry.
Wolfie
fussed then, squirming out of Harry’s grasp. The grizzled little ape strode
across the compound, sniffing and grunting. He was oblivious to any possible
danger, approaching a bush and urinating.

“Oh, shit,” muttered Leslie. “Way to
mark your territory.”

Wolfie
then proceeded to amble around,
sticking his nose into every hut, while grunting and gesturing. The apes weren’t
looking at me any longer. They eyed the obnoxious little Sasquatch, who then
picked up two sticks, cracking them together. He snorted loudly, stomping his
feet.

I glanced at Leslie. “What is he
doing?”

“Who the fuck knows.”

The woman from the hut emerged
carrying a Sasquatch baby. She looked young, wearing a homespun dress. Her hair
was a tangled mess down her back. This brought back an onslaught of memories,
as I had appeared similar during my early years in captivity.

Wolfie’s
noisy show had roused the tribal
members, as they approached, grunting and gesturing. The strange, uneasy
greeting suddenly dissipated, as the apes began to talk. Leslie and I
understood the language. I stared at the males, my mouth hanging open. Their
conversation went like this:

“Your women are pretty.”

Leonard: “Porsche’s mine.”

“The pale one is nice, so is the
other one.”

“They’re all nice. Do you have hot
water?”

“Of course we have hot water.”

“Food?”

“We’re about to hunt.”

Leonard grinned, flashing
formidable-looking teeth. “We eat and then fuck. We share our women.”

Leslie gave me a look. “As time goes
by, one thing remains the same.”

“Two things,” I corrected. “Food and
sex.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Chapter Eight

The woman who had been in the shelter
introduced herself. “I’m Lori.”

“I’m Porsche. This is Leslie and
Shelly. And that’s Zelda.”

“Hi.” She seemed incredibly shy.

“Are you okay?”

“I was kidnapped last year. When were
you kidnapped?”

“Oh, honey,” said Zelda. “I was taken
decades ago. Porsche and Leslie a couple of years ago, and Shelly is visiting.”

“Visiting?”

“She came with the scientists.”

“Scientists?”

“Our tribe is monitored,” I said. “Our
guys let us come and go. It wasn’t always like this in the beginning, but now
we can do pretty much what we want.”

Her look revealed shock. “Really? You
can go home?”

“I go home every winter.” Her mouth
hung open. “Maybe your guys will do the same.” I eyed her baby. “You’ve given
them what they want. They need us to breed.”

“That’s what I had assumed.”