THE ALIEN CREATURES looked identical to one another. Many of them sprang across the floor, rushing toward the craft. The aliens used their weightlessness to their advantage. Many of them flew right at the space craft. Some aliens piloted small vehicles on approach. The aliens who led the multitude held shiny silvery weapons. Before the aliens used these weapons, they screamed telepathic tortures into their victim’s brain. The Sasquatch and the humans cupped their hands over their ears instantly.
Using a primitive form of retaliation Gurchukk opened his mouth and released their high pitched scream. This distracted the alien beings. Frustrated, they shook their heads in dismay.
The other Sasquatch followed their leader’s example and joined in the terrifying scream.
The aliens backed away; some of them falling to the floor. The outrageous sound from both alien and Sasquatch rippled throughout the hull of the massive space craft and rang through the heads of the humans. With hands cupped over their ears, the humans found themselves caught between the effects of the acute, shrilling sound.
The Sasquatch screams weren’t enough to keep the little aliens from regrouping.
Ultimately, the alien’s telepathic control overwhelmed both human and Sasquatch. First, they were all forced to remove their hands from their ears. Secondly, the humans and Sasquatch collapsed to the floor. Their minds felt like they were on fire and their bodies in torment and pain.
Wallowing around on the floor, Trevor and the others could only watch as the aliens leaped toward them.
Moving like they were of one mind, they reminded Trevor of countless ants. Like the ones that attacked the grasshopper that threatened their colony back at his farm… So far away...
Once the aliens were upon them, each of the Sasquatch came alive and flew into a frenzy of pure madness. Many aliens were beaten harshly.
The alien’s strategy was to get their leaders close enough to the prisoners to use their shiny silver weapons. When they were close enough, they touched the silver weapons to the Sasquatch’s heads. This paralyzed them. The aliens were successful. Working together to lift and carry the Sasquatch out of the space craft, the aliens first took Coolcat then Tunoka.
When Gurchukk received a poke to his head, it caused him to flip head over heels and crash into a large mechanical structure.
The aliens surrounded Gurchukk placing their long thin little hands on him. When they did this, he glared at them, growling and grinding his teeth. Gurchukk wanted to roar, but he had no control over his own body. Accidentally, Gurchukk let out a tight lipped whistle. It was so loud, it felt like knives cutting into their ears.
A gathering of aliens fell backwards. The Sasquatch’s high pitched whistle was a frequency that caused the screams of the aliens to subside. Gurchukk’s extraordinary willpower strengthened. He sat up and whistled again. This time he was even louder and more determined. Many more surrounding aliens were pushed back. As Gurchukk whistled out at the other Sasquatch, they broke free of their paralyzing hold.
Rusty suddenly rose up, whistling. Then Coolcat, Grouchy and Nuxie also joined in. The more they whistled, the more they regained control over their own bodies.
Trevor and Tiarrow could barely stand the loud high pitched whistling. Their noses and ears bled even more.
When the aliens were pushed back, the Sasquatch moved in on them, beating them with their long and powerful arms. They killed many of the alien greys with each foul swoop. Then Gurchukk began biting the alien’s hands off and spitting them out.
The aliens, however, didn’t die easily; many of them rose up again, even when it appeared they were dead.
When the Sasquatch stopped whistling to take their next breath, the aliens quickly gathered themselves and gained strength. Then they moved in for their next wave of attack. Launching out with their silver weapons, the alien creatures would twirl their wands above their heads as though conjuring up a paranormal power. Then each of them would loudly call out, “Yup!” with their chipmunk voices to shoot pulse blasts of fiery heat. They sounded like frogs as they all shouted, “Yup!” Like fireworks discharged from their small silver wands, the pulse blasts were powerful enough to propel a Sasquatch right off its feet.
Though the weapons didn’t kill the Sasquatch, they did fuel their rage.
Smashing equipment and tearing limbs off the aliens, the Sasquatch let their wild loose.
The brawl was like nothing Trevor had ever seen before. The battle between an advanced technical race and a wild primate species was not a war that humans were capable of participating in.
The aliens knocked Tunoka down when he tried to whistle. They overpowered him and scratched deep lacerations down his face, but Gurchukk arrived to protect his son. Alien bodies went flying. Sasquatch hair shook under the violent roars. Sweeping arms of the Sasquatch were weapons of massive destruction.
Whether by crushing the aliens between powerful hand claps, pummeling them with the pressure of a gorilla squeeze or popping their heads in their powerful grip, the Sasquatch had ways of defending themselves. The tall Sasquatch squished aliens against the floors and walls. With so many aliens showing up to replace the fallen ones, it made little difference to their countless populace.
Leaving Trevor, Tiarrow ran out to the battlefield. Punching one of the aliens in the face, she surprised Trevor with such defensive capability. Fighting her way past many little aliens that skittered about, she dodged her way through to Tunoka.
The young Sasquatch’s face was a mess of blood and torn skin.
Tiarrow carried him back toward Trevor.
Trevor went out to help Tiarrow save Tunoka. He met them half way because fighting off the aliens slowed him down.
Instinctively, Trevor remembered his Marine training. That life seemed so far away now, but when he needed those skills. They were readily available. Drawing upon the inspiration from Tiarrow’s heroism, Trevor fought off the aliens, kicking and punching. By this time they were quite battered and beaten from the punishment they received from the Sasquatch.
Gurchukk trumpeted a loud whistled and swept his long powerful arm through an aggressive mass of aliens sending them flailing across the expanse and knocking into other aliens. Some of these projectile aliens crashed around Trevor. That’s when he found one of their shiny silver weapons. Picking up the weapon, Trevor tried to fire it. Unable to make the weapon function, he decided to use it in another way.
An alien lunged at Trevor to confiscate the weapon, but he held it like a stabbing weapon and jabbed its needle point deep into the alien’s eye.
Retreating deeper into the space craft, Trevor, Tiarrow and the infant found they were able to escape the fighting. Trevor knew they couldn’t remain in the battle much longer anyway. They were no match for the aliens and it was too dangerous to be anywhere near the enraged Sasquatch.
Making their way back to the cock pit, they came face to face with the alien who had piloted them inside the dreadful mother ship. It stood at the door glaring at them with unquenchable indignation and hatred.
Trevor noticed the ash and dirt that coated the body of this particular alien. Though they looked identical, Trevor knew this one was the very same alien who was with them in the Sasquatch cave.
The alien noticed Trevor holding one of their silver weapons. Moving in on Trevor, ignoring Tunoka and Tiarrow, the alien meant to attack.
Tunoka tried to intercept the alien from the left, but the alien effortlessly smacked the infant away. Blood droplets sprayed from Tunoka’s wounded face.
Tiarrow; furious at this, shrieked and attempted to attack also.
The alien just as effortlessly, knocked her away too. Slamming against the corridor wall; she was out cold.
Trevor took aim at the alien to scare it with the weapon. This seemed to be effective for a second, until the creature lifted its hands to the side of its head and opened its little mouth. Drawing in a breath, it was no mystery what it was about to do.
Handling the silver thin device, Trevor felt th
e hilt of the weapon and thought about blasting the creature. While he imagined the heat pulse blasting forth, he twirled the wand over his head and felt it charge with energy, then he shouted “Yup!” and the weapon reacted. Trevor heard the beginning of the alien’s scream but it quickly twisted into a high pitched cry of agony. The blast both pushed and burnt the little menace.
Rising quickly off the floor, Tunoka whistled and leaped. Crashing his weight down hard, he beat the little alien until its chest was crushed and its neck had been twisted all the way around.
Still not sure how he caused the weapon to function, Trevor found there were no triggers or any other sort of control switches. Should it surprise him to learn it responded to psychic commands?
Dropping the weapon, Trevor quickly climbed the alien construct, up to the navigational chair. There he powered the craft up and unlocked the docking clamps. It lifted off the deck. The engines of the craft pulsated with a low rhythmic hum.
As Trevor turned the hovering craft slowly, he could see the Sasquatch still fighting below. There seemed to be no end to the alien’s number. They continued flooding into the landing bay. The carnage that surrounded the Sasquatch had thickened.
Backing the space craft into the main doors of the mother ship’s landing bay, Trevor attempted to make a break for it. The craft slammed into the solid doors, but they didn’t budge. They weren’t damaged at all. Trying again, Trevor hit them harder this time. Again; no damage.
With no way through the doors, they couldn’t escape. It wouldn’t be long before the aliens wore the Sasquatch down and overtook them.
Trevor wished he had the silver alien weapon with him. Perhaps he could use it somehow to blast a hole through the wall that the aliens kept entering from.
Suddenly the craft responded to his thought the same way the weapon did; only the pulse blast that came from the craft was far more powerful. The damage that ensued broke right through the crowd of aliens and punched a hole through the wall of the landing bay. Telepathic alien screams pierced their minds, but also allowed Trevor to communicate with the Sasquatch.
He told them that he was in control of the space craft and that he was going to lower the craft so they could board it.
Gurchukk ran with to the other Sasquatch as they all boarded the space craft at once.
When Trevor had knowledge that all of the Sasquatch were aboard, he sealed the hatch and drove the craft forward. He darted right into the hole he made.
The space craft did not escape outside the mother ship. Rather it navigated through the interior of the spacious dark corridors. From the light of the space craft’s sparking hull, Trevor could see aliens in a mad panic, running about on the floor below. Some floated by from above. All attempted to stop the rouge craft somehow.
Lurching the craft forward, Trevor plunged down the corridor. Though the passages seemed to have lots of room for many alien pedestrians, the space craft could barely squeeze through.
Desperate to escape, Trevor hoped beyond hope that his path wouldn’t lead them into a trap. The poorly lit tunnel met with many tight turns. These led them in all sorts of directions. The turns confused Trevor’s sense of direction.
Finally, the space craft met the end of its journey when it came to a bright pulsating machine. This was the mother ship’s star drive engines.
It was a large cylinder with pure energy pulsing and pumping through it.
Surrounding the star drive power source were countless vertical power rods. Each of these rods had lightening-like energy branching through them too. Mechanical quadrants turned and plunged in response to each surge of power.
The little space craft was at such a close vicinity, Trevor felt his hair fill with a static charge and stand up on end.
Bending down, Trevor noticed the other Sasquatch below him. Their hair also stuck out straight.
The alien energy in the room was so thick, electricity crackled and snapped with small sparks of energy branching and arching from the hair of the Sasquatch. The sound of the mother ship’s star drive engines began to pulse faster. This made Trevor nervous. Such an extreme amount of energy, alien or otherwise, wasn’t natural nor could it be healthy.
Trevor tried to turn the little space craft around. He was certain the mother ship was preparing to make a great journey through space. The sudden movement of the larger vessel caused Trevor’s space craft to collide with some of the vertical energy rods. Great bolts of energy arched as the rods exploded. One after the other, they detonated in a domino effect.
Trevor had more sense than to stick around and find out what would happen next. Throttling the space craft up, he raced through the tunnels. Desperately navigating his way out of the ship he smashed into everything he could on his way out.
Finding his way back to the landing dock, Trevor was supposed to find the main doors opening. Three other space crafts, similar to his own, prepared to take flight. Trevor race out through the open door and jetted past the three other crafts.
In space, Trevor found the earth was much further away than he expected it to be. At first he had mistaken it for a star. Setting his trajectory to earth, Trevor pushed his space craft to fully throttle up.
Just then, the mother ship exploded behind him in a blinding flash of light. A shockwave of energy knocked out the crafts power.
From earth, the obliteration of the mother ship was interpreted as a new star forming in the night’s sky, but before it could be noticed or examined, it extinguished.
Uncontrollably Trevor’s space craft slowly tumbled through space. The gravity generators didn’t function either. Everyone floated about with the sensation of butterflies in their stomachs. Through the port, Trevor noticed the three other space crafts tumbling through space too. Rolling in close from behind, the immense explosion obviously disrupted the power of their vessels also.
The three crafts tumbled through space together. Closing in on one another, they struck hulls. Glancing off from each other, the crafts began to break into separate directions.
The occupants of one space craft rolled around and looked right inside Trevor’s craft.
Recognizing Trevor and the Sasquatch, they panicked and tried desperately to power up their engines.
Watching them, Trevor saw they were successful at powering up their star drive. Now it was Trevor’s turn to panic. Desperately trying to start his space craft, he wasn’t completely certain what he did would actually get the craft to start.
((-Nign… Nign… Nign…-)) sounded the engines. Despite his efforts his space craft wasn’t operating.
Meanwhile, the enemy’s alien craft began to bear down on them. Trevor could see, from the heat waves rippling over the nose of enemy alien’s space craft, they were charging up their main weapon.
Trevor didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Continuing to try everything he could to power up the space craft, all hope seemed to be lost.
Suddenly, the star drive engines hummed to life. The gravity generators kicked in and the Sasquatch dropped to the floor with Tiarrow.
She was still out cold from her run in with the alien.
The alien’s heat blast weapon fired upon Trevor’s craft striking the hind quarter.
Within the craft, the Sasquatch were thrown and roared.
Trevor’s space craft began to spin once more. Rerouting all power to his own main weapon’s systems he charged the nose of his craft with heat energy. When the weapon was fully charged, Trevor quickly released the power. A brilliant blast of fiery heat shot forth from the craft while still in a terrible spin. The ongoing discharge of the heat blast beam, eventually crossed paths with one of the alien ships. This destroyed it in a spectacular explosion.
The other two crafts started coming back online to avenge all of their fallen companions when, to their horror, Trevor’s craft was darting toward earth. The other two space crafts were hot on his tail.
Racing toward the blue-green planet, Trevor constantly looked back at the pursuing space crafts. He zig
-zagged, worrying they were about to destroy him. When he noticed the weapons at the nose of the two alien crafts begin to heat up, Trevor abruptly reversed his power thrust motivators. This caused his space craft to stop dead. The two pursuing space crafts shot past him.
This maneuver caused Trevor’s passengers to plunge into the front end of the craft with no warning.
Intently, Trevor watched as the two aggressive alien crafts shot past him on either side. The quick thinking of Trevor’s tactical distraction, caused the two other space crafts to spin and miss their target. They powered their weapons down.
Pushing his Space craft forward, Trevor approached them from behind.
Trevor’s passengers were again hurled, through the craft, but this time to the rear wall.
The alien pilots struggled to maneuver a quick change in direction but in their desperation they collided into one another.
The explosion didn’t compare to that of the mother ship’s but when Trevor added a heat blast, the alien crafts were all but vaporized. Plunging his space craft through the explosion proved to be almost too intense and fatal.
Trevor’s actions had saved the Sasquatch’s lives, though they couldn’t comprehend how. The group of them looked at him as though he tried to cook them on purpose.
The read outs of Trevor’s display revealed the space craft was damaged from flying through the explosion. The hull and the internal star drive engine was devastated.
The earth grew before them in the display. Trevor fought the controls as they burned through the atmosphere.
Adjusting the cabin pressure quickly, Trevor figured out how to compensate for his current collision course with the earth. When he noticed thick black smoke trailing behind their space craft, he knew their troubles had just begun.
There was a time when everything seemed so much simpler. Back when Trevor quit the military, he set sail to start a new life for himself. He was starting all over. The hours he spent pouring over maps was symbolic to the mapping of his life. A destination was marked out clearly in his mind.
At the time, he kept hearing that Seaton Portage was the new hot spot for people who sought after a prosperous future. Fortune could be found in a land where dreams came true.
Though Trevor was only traveling to Seaton Portage from California, it was a huge decision. He mapped his route well. He wanted so, to make this move his permanent new home.
Looking at the earth from such a great altitude brought the map back to his mind with such clarity. The heart of the young man was set on returning to his beloved home. Setting his focus and concentration on it, from his topography vantage point, Trevor first located the Pacific Ocean. He then found the North American continent. As his eyes narrowed in on his targeted goal, he pulled at the stiff little controls. The space craft was in serious trouble, however it responded to him incrementally.
Trevor made his way toward Canada; more specifically, British Columbia. Following the high ridges of the Rocky Mountains he narrowed his flight path out in a low trajectory straight for Seaton Portage.
The alien space craft carved a black scar of smoke through the sky. It was mistaken for a fallen meteor. Continuing his attempt to slow the craft, it stubbornly fought against his will like a wild iron horse. Forcing its way down with aggressive momentum, it came in low. Passing between the high mountains, the belly of the craft clipped tree tops, lighting small fires. Careening even lower still, Trevor missed Seaton Lake. He did manage, however to slide the craft into a deep gorge next to his property.
The space craft burned through trees and slowed to a stop through the small creek. Water and rocks were kicked twenty feet in the air before the craft settled to a rest at the base of Crater Mountain.
The anticipated crash of certain death ended, miraculously. A surreal stillness followed. Within the craft a chirping began to sound. Computing components fought to remain functional.
Each of the passengers slowly arose. Checking their injuries, everyone was in a state of shock. They moved slowly.
A fire broke out behind a component within the craft. Thick black smoke filled the interior.
Quickly climbing down from the navigator’s chair, Trevor ran ahead of the others. He hit the controls that spiraled the hatch open.
Behind Trevor, everyone filed out also.
Steam rose up from under the craft. Cold mountain water hissed and evaporated as it made contact with the scorching hot hull.
Everyone lumbered a fare distance away from the craft where they stopped and just looked at one another. Without a nod, a wink or any form of communication, they simply understood; this was where they’d all part ways.
Rusty, Grouchy and Coolcat disappeared into the trees together.
Gurchukk hugged Nuxie and his son. Tiarrow awoke and smiled at them. Joining the group hug also, she threw her arms around the family of hairy bodies.
Gurchukk stood up and looked down at his son and Tiarrow. He stroked his hand around his son’s shoulder and pulled him close. Nuxie moved in tight behind him and licked the wounds on Tunoka’s face. Gurchukk pushed Tiarrow closer to Trevor with his long arm.
Gurchukk decided Tiarrow belonged with her own kind. Speaking in his Sasquatch chatter again, the great Sasquatch told Tiarrow that her place was with the humans. Trevor put his arm around her and she looked at him with wide eyes.
At that moment, Gurchukk and his son turned to amble away. They sauntered up along the tall embankment of the ravine near the edge of the forest. There they turned and looked back.
Tiarrow watched the Sasquatch. Her eyes quivered; watering with sadness to reveal how she longed for them. Watching them leave her was killing her inside.
When she glanced back at Trevor, he smiled down at her. Tiarrow returned his smile and Trevor was quite pleased by the unexpected turn of events, but as they gazed into one another’s eyes, Trevor noticed a change occur in Tiarrow’s features. She shivered, frightened and lost, then she slipped out of his arms with a change of heart.
Feeling she still had the option to make a choice, she looked away to Gurchukk, Nuxie and their son. They were near the fence that separated the forest from the farm. Whistling she ran from Trevor’s caring arms and pranced through the field to Gurchukk.
Left to stand alone, Trevor always knew Tiarrow’s home was with the Sasquatch. She was Gurchukk’s pet. Somehow, in a jealous sense, Trevor longed to be his pet again too.
Trevor gazed after them, even long after they had disappeared into the forest, even long after they were a great distance away. One single tear fell from his eye and rolled down his cheek to his beard.
Trevor’s ideas for fortune and glory disappeared with them and he knew he’d be punished as a criminal for letting the only Sasquatch in captivity go free.
Making his way back to his cabin, Trevor couldn’t remember walking out of the ravine and crossing his field. So much had happened. His mind just needed to slowdown and rest. Trevor couldn’t even remember how he made his way to his bed. At the moment his head touched his pillow it was as though the star drive engines of his mind had stalled out. Trevor drifted into the deepest sleep he had ever known.
As for the wise silver tipped Sasquatch; Gurchukk, Nuxie, Tunoka and Tiarrow, decided to settle elsewhere. The path they followed was founded by Gurchukk’s sensitive nose. Roaming a good distance along the banks of a clear silvery stream it led them to where tender green leaves bursted with young buds. The chipper song of birds brought a familiar and joyous melody. The two young ones followed the wisdom of their fatherly Sasquatch with an abounding childlike trust. He led them to a golden dream, full of the riches of nature’s harvest and all its glorious colors of gold, crimson and blue skies. The wind brought with it a tang of high mountain frost and perhaps the lingering beauty of an Indian summer.
From the mountain’s plateau, in the morning of a new day, they gazed upon tier after tier of golden mountain peaks stretching far to the North West.
Man believes he can own the land,
but this? This is Sasquatch country, and it always will be.
Epilogue
IN THE VALLEY of the Fraser River on a sunny day cooled by low clouds that hung midway over the Crater Mountain. A breeze rustled down the river, shimmering the cottonwoods. The town of Seaton Portage bustled.
This day marked a long awaited justice. The warmer air had dried the dusty streets so people could walk the roadway rather than being limited to only the boardwalk that lined the front of the businesses on Main Avenue.
A little lady wearing a dress, who was a clerk at the general store, swept up little clouds of dust.
Walking past Over-Lander, William Short’s house, the tin shop and the blacksmith’s barn, Trevor was escorted to St. James’s Anglican Church. There he awaited the verdict of his trial.
With the sounds of the chains attached to his ankles and wrists, Trevor breathed in the sweet smells of freshly baked sourdough bread that wafted over him from the bakery.
In a moment of comfort, Trevor watched as a squirrel bounced across the street with a pecan nut that it had stolen from ‘April and June’s’ General Store. The squirrel fearlessly hopped between the wheel spokes of a moving wagon as two horses trotted it across the little vermin’s path. It was as though the squirrel was blind to the danger surrounding it.
Trevor looked to the deputy on his left, then he looked at the deputy sheriff on his right and he smiled. Like the squirrel, he too would be blind to the dangers all around him. He’d been spared from impossible odds so many times before, who’s to say he wouldn’t be spared yet again?
Within the Church and during the opening statements of the trial, Trevor was accused of stealing the prized Sasquatch from the county jail. He was quiet through all the dialogue and the people unanimously agreed that he was guilty of the theft. When the mayor, who was also the judge, asked Trevor how he pleaded, Trevor straightened up and told them, “Not guilty!”
This was ridiculous to the court, the jury and the judge alike. To them, Trevor was guilty, hands down. There was simply no possibility it could be otherwise. By law, Trevor was granted the opportunity to be heard and take the stand to tell his version of events.
His incredible story involving space aliens, was finally added to official records, but it had only aided the opinion that Trevor was guilty.
The opposition quickly attacked him, asking, “How could anyone transcribe to the events that happened on the night that Trevor was entrusted to guard the Sasquatch? It disappeared! Is there even one person who would disagree that Trevor is in need of serious mental care?” The people of Seaton Portage merely laughed at Trevor.
But before Trevor was sentenced, he spoke out and told everyone, “I’m not crazy at all! Before I’m convicted here, I ask you all to grant me a moment to prove my case. No lawyer would have me but I have proof to verify my story. I’ll take you to the alien space craft.”
Trevor’s statement was so outlandish and curious, the people thought it was just a big joke, but Trevor had a certain way about him. His words were spoken with both an intelligence and a sincerity that no one could simply overlook.
Odd as it was, Trevor was granted an additional opportunity to provide the proof that he claimed to have. With a great crowd numbering almost the entire population of the town, they traveled to Trevor’s property. Many people were on foot but some rode horseback. Trevor’s wrists and ankles were still in shackles and he was always in the care of two deputies, even when he sat in the back of a horse drawn wagon.
When the people arrived at Trevor’s property, Trevor was helped out of the wagon where he led everyone up his drive way, through a field of wheat, through a broken barbed wire fence and deep into the trees.
All the while, Trevor wasn’t set free from his shackles. The people who followed began to feel an eerie sense of danger crawling under their skin as the thick vegetation, sounds of birds and wind caused their imaginations to run away with them. The sounds had an even worse effect when they seemed to just disappear entirely. People became suspicious of distant stumps and odd rock formations as they tricked themselves into believing they could see a Sasquatch. It was odd how Trevor’s stories affected people.
No one spoke a word, but the sound of Trevor’s chains also spooked the people. Many turned back. Others began to lose faith that Trevor actually had anything to show them at all. It seemed more like a desperate attempt for Trevor to have a little more freedom before his final conviction.
“Alright, Trevor! This is far enough…” came the tired and frustrated voice of the mayor.
“There it is!” Trevor shouted. He wasn’t searching for the space craft; rather he’d taken the people directly to it. Standing at the edge of the deep ravine, Trevor pointed down to it. The others looked and they verified to their amazement, broken trees and tree limbs along with the deep skid mark created as the space craft crash landed.
Though the foliage was thick and the lighting through the trees was poor, no one could dispute that there was something large with burnt scorch marks over its smooth and silvery hull.
A few of the young fearless men ventured ahead as the others climbing down into the deep ravine to get a better look at the alien space craft. Wonderment and amazement washed over the faces of the young men who searched for something reasonable to explain what they saw. No one actually expected Trevor’s story to carry any weight. Now the magnitude of the weight was too heavy.
Turning to the mayor, Trevor shrugged his shoulders and inquired, “I brought you the Sasquatch. Why would you doubt that I couldn’t also bring you a space craft?”
The mayor was still trying to swallow the fact, he was looking at a real UFO. “You’re undoubtedly the strangest young man I’ve ever met.”
Trevor turned to the people crowding around the space craft. “Everybody, stop moving! Don’t step in the mud!” he told them.
After Trevor had climbed down into the ravine, he approached the people.
The Sheriff moved in on Trevor. “What’s the meaning of this outburst? You’re still guilty, Trevor, until the court has decided you’re innocent.”
“I only wanted to keep people from disturbing evidence that supports my story.” Trevor explained.
“And what evidence is that?” The sheriff questioned.
Trevor pointed to the mud outside the space craft’s open portal. “There, you see?! Those are footprints of the Sasquatch that came back to earth with me.”
To the amazement of the county sheriff, he saw countless Sasquatch footprints around the site. No one was permitted to disturb the evidence or get too close to the space craft after that. Many of the town’s people began to complain of ill symptoms, but the further they stood from the craft the quicker they began to feel better.
The town of Seaton Portage was in a real buzz as the people took a real interest in Trevor’s story.
The court resumed right there in the ravine next to the broken space craft. The mayor had Trevor tell his incredible story once again. This time everyone paid close attention to every detail and every word.
The hearing moved forward with a very different mood. Though the argument was yet again made that Trevor’s intent was to steel the Sasquatch out of the county jail cell, Trevor convincingly turned his motive to one of selflessness and humanity. His intent truly was truly to return Gurchukk to his natural habitat.
After long deliberations, a group of men decided to come forward. No one was prepared for the eye witness account made buy the men of the Copper Creek Coachmen. Each one of them recalled, from their own perspective how they saw a Sasquatch fight toe to toe against an alien creature. Their stories took place in a low river bed, mid-way up Crater Mountain. William was the last to tell his tale. He described the details leading up to the Sasquatch’s capture at Trevor’s cabin. It so moved the court that Trevor was completely vindicated.
Unanimously, Trevor was deemed not guilty. His tight cumbersome shackles were unlocked and he dropped them where he s
tood in the ravine.
This was the most captivating court case of its time.
Trevor had earned a lot of respect from the people of Seaton Portage and at his word he was able to gather men enough to go back to the site of the space craft. There they used horses and ropes to pull the alien craft out of the ravine. They towed it through the forest and dropped it off in Trevor’s field. The men who pulled the craft became very sick, along with their horses, until they returned to town.
Trevor claimed the space craft as his own and it was argued upon for a time until the mayor told everyone that if the ship was capable of making people and livestock sick then it shouldn’t be handled by men.
There was a danger of some sort of radiation sickness caused from exposure to the alien craft; however Trevor wasn’t affected like the others were.
The Mayor of Seaton Portage granted ownership and caretaking of the alien space craft to Trevor until such time as a new plan was contrived.
It was not long before Trevor created an establishment on his farm to honor his friend, Gurchukk and all of his other Sasquatch acquaintances.
He called it, “The museum of the Crater Mountain Sasquatch Legend.” There, Trevor displayed the actual alien space craft along with an entire outdoor exhibition depicting the alien creatures. Clay mock ups of the three alien creatures stood at the base of the craft. On the other side of the field Trevor had fashioned a cave. Much of the museum was put together with the help of the men from the Copper Creek Coachmen.
They worked hard to reconfigure boulders to replicate the Sasquatch cave where he had his unforgettable experience upon Crater Mountain.
Just outside the cave, Trevor built a tall fourteen foot Sasquatch replica of Gurchukk with real hair. Beside his Gurchukk statue were others; Nuxie, Tunoka and Tiarrow. At the feet of the statues were cement forms of feet which were original castings taken from the footprints left in the mud near the UFO crash site.
Trevor knew he’d never see the Sasquatch again so he documented his entire tale and displayed details of his true story for all to see.
He also included other documented Sasquatch encounters from the town. The stories were located in a covered area right between the two exhibits.
Many people came to Trevor’s Sasquatch Museum from near and far. The crowds that he drew were in the hundreds daily, but as time went on, the crowds dwindled.
Trevor would say, “People have the attention span of a Sasquatch.” He didn’t really care. Then one day, without any forewarning, Trevor’s alien space craft went missing. No one had any idea who took it, only that Trevor awoke one morning and it was gone.
Had the aliens returned to take it back? Did the government steel it for themselves? Or was it possible that indeed it was the Sasquatch who claimed it?
Trevor didn’t have the answer. He came to Seaton Portage to make a fortune and he did, with a success beyond anything he could have dreamed.
In Trevor’s later years, many people asked him to show them where exactly the Sasquatch cave was, but Trevor flatly refused every time. He never wanted anything to do with the Sasquatch or alien creatures, ever again. With old age, Trevor complained regularly of his lack of sleep due to his severe nightmares. When questioned about his experiences, he declined to relive his ordeal for any price.
Becoming a huge grouchy recluse who never went out at night, Trevor feared everything.
Near the end of his days, Trevor became a very squirrelly and lonely old man, despite the respect from the friends he never knew he had in town. He was considered one of the lucky ones.
One fateful night he died in his sleep when old age claimed his life. Trevor lived to the accomplished and dignified old age of ninety two.
Through the years that followed, the legend had been altered and many of the items that were believed at the time to be viable proof to back up Trevor’s story, were discredited by skeptics. The missing space craft that no one could verify with even a photograph; discredited. The Sasquatch footprints which were believed to be faked; and all of the other Sasquatch stories that didn’t scare people as they once did, all aided a new conception that such a story was utterly and entirely false.
As for the people of Seaton Portage today, they still do like to retell the stories of Tiarrow and Trevor and of course the mighty Sasquatch of Crater Mountain. They still amuse their children at dusk by the light of campfires.
A strange cry is still reported some nights that is carried throughout the valley, the kind that’s not unlike the sound of a woman screaming out her soul in agony.
These foreboding outcries of woe, carried on the winds from Crater Mountain, are still a mystery and people cannot easily explain them away. What else could be the source of nature’s languish?
Though there had been many other sightings of the Sasquatch since Trevor’s encounter, none of them ever came with the same kind of proof that Trevor was fortunate enough to provide, until years later when the strangest and most mysterious events began to unfold in the quiet little mining town of Coalmont.
A novel by,
Robert A. Hunt
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The Sasquatch Legend Continues in;
The Coalmont Legend – Book 2
The Coalmont Legend
Book 2
IN THE WILD NORTH, secluded from city populations, the small mining town of Coalmont harbors secrets of vile origins. During the early 1900’s, the land is cursed. By retracing the steps of a mysterious traveler a peculiar link to the strange occurrences is revealed. The town’s people vanished with reoccurring tales of demon-like fire-creatures who are behind the disappearances. The new town residents are an edgy lot who won’t dare go out at night for fear of being abducted. Everyone is miserable in their gloomy little cabins. Not only are the people at a loss for sleep, they share the same sense of hopeless isolation along with a peculiar presence of evil.
The steam engine that passes through the town attracts the attention of notorious train robber, Bill Miner, but it isn’t until the discovery of his treasure map when things really take a turn for the worst.
Hidden within the dense forests of Coalmont’s mountains came a record of a Sasquatch clan who lived like a community. The known as the, ‘Big People.’ The forest became darker than it is supposed to be. This book contains the account of what the discontented group of men from Coalmont experienced when they happened upon the little village of the wild folks. When everything comes together the results are utterly explosive!
The truth behind this story has plagued people for generations. Until there is a way to verify this story, it will have to remain a legend.
About the Author
ROBERT A. HUNT resides in his home land of Canada, British Columbia. To date, he has eight published novels. Robert enjoys exploring the nature of North America. It is here, he can let his imagination free.
Other titles from Robert A. Hunt include;
The legend trilogy;
The Crater Mountain Sasquatch Legend – Book 1
(Available now)
The Coalmont Legend – Book 2 (Available now)
The Cross Breed Legend – Book 3 (Available now)
The Jasper series;
Jasper and the Shelter of Angels – Book 1 (Available now)
Jasper and the Veil of Death – Book 2 (Coming soon)
Jasper and the Guiding Light – Book 3 (Coming soon)
The Genation series;
Genation, Earth Volk – Book 1 (Available now)
Genation, Grizz: Rise of the Blackguard – Book 1.5
(Available now)
Genation, Verticus – Book 2 (Available now)
Insectivolk wars – Book 3 (Coming soon)
The Full Potential – Book 4 (Coming soon)
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