Wilderness

He had been out in the wilderness for over a month now. Jim Bridger had known some cold times in his life, growing up in the Alaskan wilderness with his family, but he couldn’t remember a time when the wind’s icy breath had bitten into his skin with such ferocity and spite.

His father had taught Jim all he knew about survival in the harsh climes of the north, and it was into this well of knowledge that he must now draw and drink deeply.

Jim’s heart fluttered with excitement as the embers within the bundle of twigs he held protectively in his cupped hands responded to his pleading breath, dancing their orange waltz of hope in front of him, as he desperately tried to keep it going the moment he felt the heat on his hand he quickly placed it on a bigger pile of dry leaves and twigs as he desperately tried

to make it big enough to survive the night of freezing and beasts looking for a easy meal

By:Jahmai