A Walk In The Woods
Old Red had gone into these woods and hadn’t come out. The Cherokee feared the worst. These woodlands were thick with bear, cougar and bobcat.
He found a good print on a game trail and tracked the dog deeper into the wilderness. When Old Red left the path, it was harder. In the leaf litter, there was not much sign.
Then he saw the mushroom, the broken stem pointing like a compass needle. He walked slowly and other signs appeared, bent blades of grass, an overturned stone.
But no dog. Exhausted, he headed home, and waiting there was Old Red.