Mound Fort- Running with the Pack Subpage 4

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Hours later at their hideout, the Ute Indian warriors are making up some plans about how they are going to take the Mound Fort Artillery Base. The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse walks over to a buried stash of containers filled with hidden arrays of miscellaneous weapons. He pulls away some camouflaged leaves covering a flat board of plywood that is buried beneath their favorite hideout beneath a distant tree. Luckily there is some moonlight lighting up the night sky so that they can see around the underneath of the trees a little bit without having to lite a camp fire.

Quickly he pulls the board of plywood away exposing a steel container with a latching door on it. There are even some other hiding containers bearing arms that the Ute Indian warriors have hidden as well. They have so far gathered everything from rifles, guns, knives, and their own homemade assortment of hand crafted arrow heads that they have carved out over time all by themselves.

Yet, the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse wishes they had more at their disposal through their own personal gathering of hidden amenities. In fact, they all have a whole lot more work to do if they are going to rebel against Eagle Feather Ute Indian’s plans and his peaceful offering with the whole idea of leaving the Mormon settler’s living on top of their ancestral burial mound.

And it’s no wonder that they feel at odds with Eagle Feather Ute Indian and his whole change of heart while they all are expected to work along with the white men and their building a civilization. He feels even angrier when he looks at their weaponry wishing they had more time and money to come up with much more than what they currently have in their possessions.

And it’s no wonder as well that their minds are wandering about how to gather up as much as they can while doing it as quickly as they can before too much time passes. They don’t want the Mormon settlements to get to use to the idea of being left alone living where they don’t really belong.

“Our collection of weapons is starting to look pretty shabby!” The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse shills out while checking their arsenal supply out a bit.

“So what can we do besides make some arrow heads to increase our supply of what we have to retaliate?” The Ute Indian Informant asks as he pulls out a knife and picks up a partially worked on arrow that he was working on the last time they had visited here.

“Why don’t we scout out some single wagon trains and rob and hold up some Mormon settlers for their money and their guns and rifles?” The Ute Indian Scout mentions with an uncanny voice and a strong sense of being serious with turning this situation all of the way around once again.

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse thinks about this for a moment without really coming up with an answer right away. For some reason he feels that they will have to pull in some more members of their Ute Indian Tribe in order to pull off their desires and endeavors. He looks around at the steel container of guns, rifles, and ammunition casings before telling them both, “We are going to have to pull everyone together slowly without Eagle Feather realizing what’s going on! We will have to return every so often so that he doesn’t seem to become suspicious!”

The Ute Indian Informant just happened to take a glance back noticing that he had walked out from his trader teepee to watch them ride off as though they were rebelling or something. He brings this point across by deliberating, “When we were leaving, I turned back and noticed that Eagle Feather was watching us leave with suspicious eyes when we left the campgrounds!”

“We’ll be more careful the next time around when we head out for scouting!” The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse suggests after hearing the Ute Indian Informant’s information about their departing.

“So what are we going to do in the meantime?” The Ute Indian Scout questions about their future details of things to come.

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse has some idea correlating with them both, “First, we’ll have a talk with some of the Shoshoni Indian Warriors and my sons along with his Indian band of friends. Other than that we will have to find some ways to scrap up as much ammunition and supplies as we possibly can muster!”

By now, the Ute Indian Informant is curious as to whether they can rob or find some weapons on the local farms bragging, “We can always scope out the local farms at night and see what they have laying around in some of their barns or carriages?”

It’s no doubt that the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse feels like they will probably have to do all of those things. Just in order to succeed at getting what they want and most desperately need without having too much money on hand. However they could scrounge some money up by hunting some animals for their furs along with trading them.

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse brings this point up by challenging, “We could just do some hunting for some quick skins to sell and use the money to buy more guns and ammunitions!”

The Ute Indian Scout has another idea on hand shuddering, “How about we just try our hand at some poker and see how our luck is running!”

Now Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse thinks back to the Ute Indian Scout’s first idea by declaring, “No, that’s too risky because we will have to show our faces around town. Your first idea was better!”

Finally, the Ute Indian Informant remembers some things that Sharp Arrow Ute Indian had noticed about the house a few times that he had over looked describing, “Sharp Arrow told me that the back gate under the house may lead to an access panel to the floor from underneath. If we wait until they leave then we could sneak inside and take their weapons before they return!”

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse gets even gutsier by arrogantly saying, “Let’s just slit their throats in the middle of the night?”

Then the Ute Indian Scout thinks about it for a few seconds before getting some negative vibes about sneaking in on them in the middle of the night rallying, “That’s too risky! What happens if they hear us and wake before we can come through the bottom of the floor? And we aren’t even sure where the access panel is at when we get down in there!”

With even more thoughts of defeat already, the Ute Indian Informant considers, “Maybe, we’re just wasting our time messing with trying to sneak in to the fort commander’s Civil War Quarters! I think that we should wait until dark and just sneak in there to take a quick look perhaps!”

Finally, the Ute Indian Scout feels that that is a brilliant suggestion communicating, “That sounds like our first step to looking closer in to the Civil War Quarters. However it seems to appeal to me to be more like a house!”

“I have an idea!” The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse boasts with much confidence like he has everything all sorted out by now.

“We’ll have Sharp Arrow sneak in and take a closer peak behind that fire pit in back of the place since he was the one who says there’s a way in.” The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse shills after a short break between lines.

The Ute Indian Informant feels that the best time would be during the morning hours when they leave early ratting, “When should we hit the place in the morning after they leave not expecting anything?”

Immediately the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse becomes very anxious to get a move on to get Sharp Arrow, although he feels like keeping cool for the night so that Eagle Feather Ute Indian doesn’t become too suspicious of their actions. Afterwards he replies, “We’ll wait until the next morning so that we have time to talk to Sharp Arrow so that Eagle Feather doesn’t wonder what we’re up to all of a sudden.”

“What do we do in the mean time?” The Ute Indian Scout queries to the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse and the Ute Indian Informant as though they still have a lot of preparations to still make.

There is a quietness for a few seconds or so before the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse comes out saying to them both, “Let’s carve out a few more arrows before we take a trip around some of the nearby farms to see what we can make of everything!”

The Ute Indian Informant thinks about it for a moment while finishing up the arrow he has been carving on during the whole entire conversation. He starts to carve out a sharp point at the end which is a shortcut to making some very fast when in need. Then he shows the arrow to them both communicating, “See how fast I carved this arrow out?”

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse looks to a hidden pile a few feet away hidden in another small ditch answering, “We’re going to need as many as we can carve out to take that place!”

As a final point the Ute Indian Informant wonders as to whether they should scope out the Civil War Quarters questioning, “Maybe, we ought to take a last stab around the Civil War Quarters to see just how quiet things are there tonight?”

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse feels that they should try to avoid the place for the evening while going in to more detail, “No, I think it’s better if we avoid the place for the night and concentrate on our finding more weapons!”

A few more carves with the knife and the Ute Indian Scout finishes up an arrow of his own asserting, “Here’s another finished arrow and all it needs now are some guiding feathers at the end!”

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse moves a few feet to his stash pulling out his small leather like bag with some feathers inside telling the Ute Indian Scout, “I have a bag of feathers here to put on our arrows to finish them up a little!”

Then the Ute Indian Informant wishes they had some metal arrow heads to put on the tips of the arrows saying, “Too bad we don’t have any metal arrow heads or tips to put on our arrows to do more damage!”

The Ute Indian Scout starts to make a carving in one of the arrows trying to fasten the feathers on the end. It appears that he knows what he’s doing, although it is slightly a little too dark still to do as he quills, “I’ll have to wait until daylight to finish these arrows up a little more. It’s going to take a little doing with some patience!”

By now, the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse is running out of patience because of their needing more supplies and time with their absence of Eagle Feather Ute Indian on their side. It seems that he has taken a turn with his feelings towards the Mormon settlers living on their ancestral burial grounds. Quickly he moves on to say, “Let’s wait until daylight to finish up these arrows so we can head out of here and see what we can scrounge up before morning!”

In a hurried fashion, they all head back to their horses and saddle up. Once they are saddled up, they hop onto their horses and ride off in a direction heading towards the Civil War Quarters. While riding away, the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse is curious as to where they should go first asking aloud, “So where should we scope out first?”

The Ute Indian Scout thinks about some areas he had scouted around answering, “I know of some farms on the west end of the Mound Fort Artillery Base!”

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse thinks about that too blatting out loud afterwards, “There are lots of farms out that way stretching all of the way towards the salt flats!”

“When I was scouting alone, I came across a place many miles southwest of here where there is an island that stretches out in to the salt flats called “Antelope Island” where there are antelope roaming! In fact, we’re getting pretty close to the salt flats now!” The Ute Indian Scout converses like he was telling them a story of his personal travels.

They continue riding closer and closer towards the Civil War Quarters as they begin to head south around the bottom end of the hill that the ancestral burial site and Mound Fort reside upon. Soon they come upon some open fields where the farms begin to appear in the distance as the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse balks, “Here’s a farm coming up and I wonder who owns it?”

As they ride in closer and closer to the farm as some sheds and other farm houses appear in the distance, the Ute Indian Scout carries on further about his travels mentioning, “I’m not sure who owns this farm……………… I never came close enough to see if there’s a sign outside the farm house with the farming family’s name posted on it!”

While thinking back to some of the conversations he had had previously about the local farms of the area, the Ute Indian Informant gathers his knowledge blurting out, “Chief Little Indian Soldier had mentioned some of the names to the farms. He mentioned that the fort commander has some land of his own that nobody knows about and it’s run by some other family he’s involved with over there. And he also said that he heard rumors of how they were thinking of building another house next door so they would have a farming house next door to the Civil War Quarters!”

Now the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse wonders if the fort commander may be trying to move a farming family over closer so that he can try and build a farming community around the place saying, “Sounds like he wants to start a family or build a farming community? Did he say anything else?”

Next the Ute Indian Informant thinks back to the conversation at the Indian camp saying, “No, but he did say that the drunken Indians at the camp always wonder off and steal from the farms everyday just about! He said that there are always angry farmers coming around and fussing about it almost every afternoon at the fort!”

Finally, the Ute Indian Warriors come up to a farm house which seems to be quiet like there’s not even a mouse around outside to see them scrounge around the outside of the buildings for anything. They stop near some trees off in the distance and pull their horses underneath to camouflage themselves. There is a farmer tool shed a little ways away from one of the farm houses.

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse feels that one of them should sneak in and see if it’s unlocked or barricaded during the night hours saying, “Only one of us should sneak and see what we can muster up as far as guns, knives, tools or anything sharp will help!”

Nevertheless the eyes of someone else are on the prowl and they’re not alone. It seems that someone else has been keeping close tabs on them by playing them like an acoustic guitar knowing their every move like the frets of a guitar neck.

Immediately the Ute Indian Scout offers his gratitude saying, “I’ll be the one to go!”

After all this is all he can do because of his being the one who should go considering he’s been out this way many times on his own. Quickly the Ute Indian Scout looks at them and then the shed outside of area of the farm house as the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse jargons, “Okay, leave your horse here and be very quiet not to stir up anything!”

Thereafter the Ute Indian Scout gets off of his horse and then hands his horse’s bridle over to the Ute Indian Informant as they suit brisk fully on their horses waiting and watching him head off towards the farmer’s shed. It doesn’t take long before he vanishes in the field of corn that he has diverted his direction in order to sneak up upon the farmer’s tool shed.

As they wait the Ute Indian Informant is curious as to whether or not they are making the right decision saying, “Are you sure we should be doing this? This is a good way to get shot at perhaps if there’s anyone looking after their crops at night?”

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse wonders why he is so edgy asking, “Why are you so nervous, how else are we going to gather up some arms?”

Then Ute Indian Informant looks around as he takes his eyes off of the Ute Indian Scout who has vanished within the crop lines. Next he quills, “How do we know there aren’t any farmers walking around checking out their crops at night?”

Finally, the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse answers back diligently, “We don’t know if there are any farmers looking around this late at night!”

After they both look around the area again, the feeling of nervousness sets in. There is a loud smashing sound that sounds like something was knocked over by the Ute Indian Scout in the shed. Moments later, the Ute Indian Scout leaves with a few things that he could find in the dark considering that he has a sort of night vision built in.

His running can be heard by the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse and the Ute Indian Informant who can only wait without even trying to say anything at that time. A few seconds later and the Ute Indian Informant comes running as fast as he can through the fields of corn husks that are towering at eye level and some are towering over his head.

Just before the Ute Indian Scout makes his way back to where his Indian Warrior friends are, the sounds of commotion start to come over the fields like the farmhouse had been startled or something of that nature. Then there are the sounds of farmers opening the doors of the shed as some rifle shots are fired from directly behind the Ute Indian Scout as he approaches his horse with his takings.

Quickly the Ute Indian Scout takes his horse’s bridle. He takes his horse’s bridle while carrying a rifle he had stolen and a machete he had found in a leather sheath sitting on a table in the farmer’s tool shed. Now they flee the scene without saying a word to one another while riding as fast as they can away from there.

In a hurried frenzy of a hard time trying to get away, the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse turns through the edge of the field to try and plight some cover. There are more shots fired, although everything seems to calm down a bit as the commotion seems to get further away. Then back at the farm there are some of the farmers scrambling around while wondering what has just happened.

“Who was that?” The father farmer from out by the salt flats comes out and asks out aloud to his son and some coworkers as they can hear the horses of the Indian warriors drift farther and farther in the distance past their crop line.

“Just some Indians rummaging around our shed and ran off!” The son farmer says out loud as he tries to communicate with his partner.

The father farmer wonders if there is anything missing from the shed asking, “Did he take anything?”

Then the son farmer replies, “He took something, but I couldn’t tell what it was that he ran off with!”

Finally the father farmer decides to take a look inside the shed with his kerosene lamp saying, “I hope he didn’t take anything too important!”

Next the son farmer answers back explaining, “Maybe we should take a look?”

At that moment, the father farmer takes a walk inside the shed with the kerosene lamp held directly in front of him. Straight forth they both notice that some things have been knocked down and around about the place a little bit much. It looks like whoever it was seemed to be looking for something in particular and they may have had trouble seeing where they were walking. Soon the son farmer asks, “Anything missing?”

The father farmer takes a look around the inside of the shed next to a work table. Just then he can tell that the machete he had left on the table was missing saying, “The machete is missing!”

The son farmer looks down at the edge of the table where one of their shotguns usually rests remarking, “Looks like the rifle is missing too!”

Immediately without any further hesitation, the father farmer feels that it is too late to do anything more about it except for trying to straighten up and then lock the shed up once again. Once he sets the kerosene lamp light down, the father farmer says, “Well, it’s too late to do anything about it now except for clean the mess up and then go to the fort and tell the fort commander about it for now!”

The scene fades to the Indian warriors as they ride a far enough distance to feel like they have fled the scene completely without being chased by anyone of the farmers. They gradually start to pull to a slower pace, although they all seem to have a hard time catching their breath. It appears that the distance they rode was pretty far all of the way back to their favorite hiding place within their tree forts of their stash.

When the Indian warriors arrive just outside of the place, the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse tries to catch his breath before rallying, “That was a close call! What happened?”

The Ute Indian Scout tries to speak after taking a deep breath speaking, “It was too dark in there and then I tripped over something after finding this machete and rifle!”

The Ute Indian Informant after nearly coughing from trying to talk after the hard ditching says, “It’s a .22 caliber long rifle and a machete in a sheath! Good grab!”

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse decides that they should take a break and rest the horses commanding, “Let’s unsaddle and ditch the stuff and let the horses rest and then we better head back to the canyon before Eagle Feather thinks we are up to something!”

Meanwhile back up the Ogden River Canyon, Eagle Feather Ute Indian wakes up right before sunrise like he always tries to so he can watch the morning colors in the sky. Instantaneously he wonders if the Ute Indian Warriors have returned from a long night. So he walks over towards the front of the teepee where Demon and his mother’s skins are lying.

Quickly Eagle Feather Ute Indian realizes that Demon isn’t there lying down. Next he walks outside of his teepee and looks around about the front. With nothing in sight, Eagle Feather Ute Indian walks around to the south side of his teepee where Demon is sniffing around at. It looks as if Demon is really interested in something right there that he can’t let go of. Apparently Demon has caught the sense of smell of his wolf father, although the trail leads off in the opposite direction of his wolf den.

However the scent of his have being there sometime recently has made quite the impression on the little wolf pup. In fact, he becomes confused as to where the trail of his scent had originated from and where it had gone to. Eagle Feather Ute Indian watches as he ignores the morning sunrise with some peculiar interests of his own to Demon and his actions.

As Demon continues to sniff and look around at the deceptions of his instincts, Eagle Feather Ute Indian asks Demon aloud, “What is it, you found something?”

Straightaway Demon lets out a whimpering cry like he had missed the chance of his own lifetime to reunite with what’s left of his wolf family. Nevertheless it was such a long shot to have come out too late. He realizes that his father may have traced his whereabouts back here somehow and now the only thing to do is to wait it out for another chance at it.

After hearing Demon and his whimpering cries, Eagle Feather Ute Indian understands that his instincts are calling upon him rather than comprehending the truth as to his senses about his wolf father. And in those regards Eagle Feather Ute Indian asks the wolf cub another question, “It’s probably just another pack of wolves in the area! You’ll get your chance at them soon!”

Demon turns away and heads back to the teepee patio which is slightly covered with some tarps to give his place with some shade during the hot summers. Eagle Feather Ute Indian looks at Demon as though maybe he needs to have someone take him out for a stroll around to check out some other areas. There are some parts of the Indian trail that leads to different parts of the Wasatch Mountain ranges that Eagle Feather Ute Indian feels he should get to explore.

It isn’t long before Two Feathers Ute Indian and Single Feather Ute Indian comes approaching Eagle Feather Ute Indian’s trader teepee. Right away, they notice that Demon is acting suspicious as he turns around in circles looking off in to the remote distance of the forested canyon looking for something. Nevertheless they have no idea what it is that he is curious about other than he seems to be on edge for some unknown reason.

As Two Feathers Ute Indian and Single Feather Ute Indian reach Eagle Feather Ute Indian’s teepee, Two Feathers Ute Indian says, “Good Morning Demon!”

Demon looks at her and Single Feather Ute Indian as Eagle Feather Ute Indian sits down outside on a chair that he has acquired trading. Then he gives his hellos of another whimpering cry while turning again to look off in to the edge of the canyon that lifts its way in to the forested south end of the Wasatch Mountains.

Immediately Two Feathers Ute Indian asks Eagle Feather Ute Indian about Demon and his peculiar actions querying, “What’s got him so roused up?”

Eagle Feather Ute Indian continues sitting in his chair while answering back, “I don’t know; something caught his attention. I think he found a scent belonging to another wolf perhaps on the side the side of the teepee. Maybe you both should take him out hunting and start training him a little the Indian way! You can take one of my bows and some arrows with you and see what he thinks of catching other game!”

Single Feather Ute Indian thinks that they should wait on taking him hunting. She comes back with another line telling him, “Maybe we should wait to train him until he’s over his mother because he looks lonely!”

Eagle Feather Ute Indian agrees with her that they should wait on doing anything aggressive for now as he says, “Okay, take him for a hike around over in that direction where he’s looking off to! But take one of my bows and some arrows anyways”

Finally Two Feathers Ute Indian takes one of Eagle Feather Ute Indian’s bows and a leather pouch full of some arrows. Then she wonders if Demon has had anything to eat so far this morning asking, “Has he had anything to eat so far last night or this morning?”

Eagle Feather Ute Indian thinks about what he has fed him last night saying, “Yes, I fed him some raw meat and some beef jerky that he ate the heck out of like it was going out of style!”

Then Two Feathers Ute Indian decides to agree and take Demon along for a trip adding, “Okay, we’ll try and lure him away when we leave!”

Two Feathers Ute Indian and Single Feather Ute Indian start to leave while calling Demon away as he continues to look around while sniffing his wolf father’s scent that was left behind as he had approached the front of Eagle Feather Ute Indian’s teepee. Quickly Single Feather Ute Indian calls to Demon as they head in the direction that he happens to be looking ahead towards calling, “Come on Demon, and let’s go see what’s out there!”

Without any further hesitation, Demon responds and follows along like this was his chance to go and see if he can find his wolf father lurking around somewhere. However the Indian girls of the Indian band have no idea what Demon is really thinking? So far they feel that he may be sensing some other wolfs that may have come around during the middle of the night. And he seems a little young to differentiate the difference of his wolf den and other wolf dens and how many wolf packs don’t get along.

Nevertheless they all just carry on about the day as they head along the part of the Indian trail that leads down to another adjacent canyon leading south from the eastern end of the Ogden River Canyon. It isn’t long before they come across a part of the Indian trail where the trail is widened out from all of the Indian travelers that have walked on it. There are even many sage plants growing wild along the Indian trail which the Indians happen to use in some of their spiritual rights of passages.

In fact, within this part of the Wasatch Mountain Range there are lots of dark and grey wolves present which the Indians have been trying to keep under control as though they were the master keepers of the area. Still they continue to walk up the steep graded Indian trail as they come to some elevation above a small adjacent canyon below to the east side of them.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

That day about mid-morning a bunch of people are gathered around at Mound Fort enjoying the peace and tranquility that life now has to offer them. A few farmers have arrived at the Mound Fort Artillery Base considering what has happened at their farm the previous night with the Indian robbery. The farmers are from a farm that is a ways out towards the salt flats that almost nobody bothers to mess with because it’s so far out.

Immediately the salt flats farmers make their way over towards the Lamb farmers that are standing around talking to the fort commander. The fort commander just happens to be talking while making future plans with the aftermath of the peaceful agreement with the Ute and Shoshoni Indians. It seems that life may be back to normal except for some of the Mormon pioneers walking around still armed just in case things to out the other way.

The farmers from out by the salt flats approach the fort commander and stop as he turns to them and asks, “How can I help you?”

The father farmer from out by the salt flats says, “We had a break in last night by some Indian who took a .22 caliber long rifle and a machete!”

The fort commander wonders if they could make out anything at all about the incident asking, “Was the Indian alone?”

The son farmer from out by the salt flats replies to the question answering back with, “No! The Indian ran through the fields and jumped on horse and rode off with some other Indians!”

The fort commander becomes curious as to whether he could do anything else interrogating, “That’s all you saw?”

The son farmer from out by the salt flats comes back with another line retaliating, “Yes, but I did get a couple of shots at him before he ran off. But I don’t think I got him if that’s what you’re a asking?”

Then a Chase family member over hears the entire conversation between the two farmers and the fort commander wondering, “So that Indian now has another rifle and a machete to add to their collection?”

The Lamb farmer who is in close friendship with the fort commander replies, “None of them better come around here trying to steal anything from our field! I know it isn’t much and I can keep an eye out on it for that matter!”

Then a Hubbard family member approaches while wondering as he over hears a few parts of the conversation probing, “Sounds like them Indians are back to their usual routines!”

Soon thereafter a Hunt family member who has been around the Mound Fort Artillery Base for quite some time rallies, “Sounds like we’re going to have more Indians roaming around armed with rifles and who knows what else?”

Some more Mormon pioneers walk up to the group of people standing near the fort commander as he talks to them about the turn of events. Most of them just listen while some talk and whisper to each other about what the group will propose as an alternative solution to the problem.

Many of them are surprised that things towards the matter of feeling at peace with the Ute and Shoshoni Indians didn’t stick for too long. And then on the other hand it doesn’t really surprise them all either considering that they all had “forted up” for that specific reason in the first place. However none of them have ever forgotten about the Civil War and how the place is also supposed to act as a recruiting platform for those who are sent east to fight for the cause.

The fort commander thinks for another moment before saying, “Let’s all stay armed and ready for anything out of line with our plans for our fort!”

Then a Walker family member thinks about something to say relenting, “It’ll be hard to get those Indians to help around here now!”

The fort commander is a little smart realizing that there are a few different types of Indians saying, “Those Indians that stole the weapons are probably some drunken Indians just looking for some trouble is all!”

Next a Bachman family member makes a contradictory of a comeback remarking, “When have any of us seen a drunken Indian ride off on horse?”

Thereafter a husband Mormon pioneer settler adds a piece of his mind speaking, “It’s probably some of them Indian warriors I’ve seen riding around while checking our settlements out!”

Finally, a Broome female family member approaches. She is one who usually stays around the camp and wonders around looking at most of the drunken Indians of the camps near and around Mound Fort. Slowly she walks and creeps up upon the crowd with the appearance of that of some wise lady before saying, “The Indian warriors won’t stop until they lay your gravestones!”

Furthermore the fort commander tries to turn her alarming words around the other way. After directing her eyes on the Broome female family member, the fort commander recaps, “The only gravestone they’ll be digging is theirs if they try and take this fort!”

The Lamb family farmer comes up with a wise crack trying to snub what the Broome female family member said sucker punching, “And afterwards we’ll just build a shack, shed, or another house right on top of them Indian warrior cemetery plots!”

The Broome family member has another remark considering that she realizes the Ute Indian Warriors will stop at nothing to take down the fort. She abruptly mentions her point sympathizing, “And you will still have to sweep them off your porch because they will never stop until this Mound Fort is closed down!”

The fort commander has his own doubts considering that he is the one in charge and it is up to him to see it the other way anyhow. Just at that time the fort commander refutes what the Broome lady says by asserting, “Well, we’ll see about that because I see things the other way around! And it’s our job to sweep them off of our porch!”

Right away, like someone had giving the crowd something to cheer to their victories over even though they haven’t won any victories yet, the crowd roars and a couple of Mormon pioneers shoot their weapons in the air a few times. There are also some cheers along with some yelling from some of the Mormon settlers in the background. At last there are some yells and chants from some of the Mormon settlers who are leaning against the maddened wall of the Mound Fort Artillery Base.

Just at the moment another shot occurs once in the air as the Indian warriors who had over slept and woken from the first shots spring up in to action. Immediately they both realize that they have been away from the Indian site too long and that Eagle Feather Ute Indian will or is probably curious as to their whereabouts and doings.

Nonetheless the Ute Indian Scout is pretty awaken and startled like maybe there’s some Indian skirmish going on that they don’t know about. Quickly the Ute Indian Scout rattles out, “Sounds like the Shoshoni warriors may have beat us to the punch?”

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse realizes that those guns don’t sound to be enough shots to be the Shoshoni Indian warriors, although they do have lots of weapons built up in their arsenals. Just at that second the Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse jargons, “That doesn’t sound like the Shoshoni Indian warriors are hitting the place!”

The Ute Indian Informant wonders if they should all head over that way to check it out anyhow as he asks, “Maybe we ought to ride over there and check where those shots were fired or who fired them!”

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse thinks back to after the first shot rallying, “No, I thought I heard some cheering and applauding!”

The Ute Indian Scout agrees with him adding, “Maybe, they are celebrating for their first week of freedom and peace?”

The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse agrees with the Ute Indian Scout as well driveling, “Perhaps they sound so happy!”

“Let’s saddle the horses back up and head back up the canyon!” The Ute Indian Warrior Mean Horse mutters after rubbing his stomach with hunger pains.

Without any further hesitation or waiting, the Indian warriors pick up their saddles and start to saddle their horses. The Ute Indian Informant takes a look about the place as they all finish up saddling about to hop on their horses and ride off. Quickly they ride off towards the Ogden River Canyon as early noon begins to kick in with the sun gaining on its half way mark.

Back up at the east side of the Ogden River Canyon Two Feathers Ute Indian and Single Feather Ute Indian are walking along with Demon and Eagle Feather Ute Indian’s bow and some arrows that he had given them to take along anyhow. Demon finds a scent of his father as they reach near the part of the Indian trail that heads south towards the cages of wolves that the Indians have caught.

The scent leads to the downward hill at the edge of the raised trail. At the bottom of the trail are a few cages with some wolves circling around in circles while looking at the as they approach closer and closer. A few Ute Indian master keepers are there trying to take care of them while watching their behaviors to determine how predictable they are in the wild. Nevertheless Demon follows his father’s scent until it stops at the edge of the Indian trail where finding any prints of his wolf father in the hardened dirt on the trail is nearly impossible.

For a few moments he continues to try and determine which way he had gone by sniffing where the trailing of his scent had left to. The two Indian girls Two Feathers Ute Indian and Single Feather Ute Indian stop and look down the hill at the cages of wolves. One of the Indian workers glances up the hill and waves while a few of the wolves are circling around their cages as though they were staging or stocking something even though they are caged up.

The two Indian girls decide to watch for another moment as Demon stares at the wolves circling around the wolf cages one time after another like they were bothered by their presence at the top of the Indian trail. Nevertheless Two Feathers Ute Indian and Single Feather Ute Indian continue to watch as the Indian master keeper tries to feed one of them by placing food within the of the cages from the outside.

And just when Demon seems to be getting in to the wild rhythm of things, Two Feathers Ute Indian has something to tell him explaining, “And these are the Ute Indian Tribe’s wolf cages. This is where we put the meanest wolves that we have caught and watch their behavior!”

Immediately Single Feather Ute Indian has a remark to add to the momentum and scheme of things to come correlating, “See that grey wolf down there? That one stares and continues running in circles desperate to get out and escape.”

And just when the grey wolf happens to take a look to Demon right eye to eye, Demon gives a hard and mean growl back like he isn’t afraid even though he’s way smaller in size. The wolf pup Demon is even a whole lot less inexperienced as well.

Then suddenly, Demon catches his father’s scent again as it heads off in the direction that the widened Indian trail leads along. Quickly he turns the other way and takes a few steps forward looking in that direction to see if there is anything else in sight. Just at that moment Two Feathers Ute Indian turns noticing his peaked interest towards the other end of the Indian trail.

Single Feather Ute Indian turns noticing as well while saying, “It looks like he wants to head south in that direction for some reason!”

Thereafter Two Feathers Ute Indian decides that they should go in that direction stating, “Let’s go that way and we’ll see what we can find!”

Next Single Feather Ute Indian feels that Demon has other interests mentioning, “It doesn’t seem like Demon cares about those wolves down there in the cages?”

Right away, they both start walking as Demon follows behind as Two Feathers Ute Indian adds a momentum to her speech, “Maybe, he wants to find some female wolves?”

Seconds later they all pass up the cages of wolves while Single Feather Ute Indian says, “That’s one way to teach him how to hunt, huh little one!”

Demon looks up at them while letting out a friendly bark as they head down along the Indian trail. While walking along there are howls and other calls coming from other animals up above in the forests of the Wasatch Mountain Range. And it doesn’t take too much longer before the end of the Indian trail comes where there are large drop offs and some steeper terrain within some hills that stretch off in to a small adjacent canyon.

A moment later and Demon turns before the drop offs pointing in to the direction of the steepened grade with nothing but thick pine trees with lots of brush below. Just then Two Feathers Ute Indian and Single Feather Ute Indian turn with Demon saying, “It looks like he wants to head up that way!”

They both take their steps at moving ahead up towards the forestry areas that the Wasatch Mountain Ranges have to offer them with their lavish abundance of lively hunting. In this area there are lots of black and grey wolves roaming around the area as well as around the area that Demon’s wolf den is located.

As they move ahead, Two Feathers Ute Indian turns to take a look back as they start to head off of the trail way a bit. Straight ahead are many pine trees that start stretching higher and higher as they reach up further in to the Wasatch Mountain Range. So far they have been quiet while following Demon and his wolf father’s scent.

By now, Two Feathers Ute Indian becomes curious as to what Demon happens to be searching for. So far she doesn’t seem to have any idea as to what he’s looking for and either does Single Feather Ute Indian. She mentions this again to her sister by asking, “What is he looking for and where is he taking us?”

Directly thereafter, Single Feather Ute Indian answers her sister back saying, “I’m not sure; but he sure acts like it’s something important.”

Then Two Feathers Ute Indian looks at Demon who has stopped while looking off in another direction that leads further up the mountain over back towards the Ogden River Canyon perhaps. Just then Single Feather Ute Indian looks too while stopping and asking, “Where to now?”

Now Two Feathers Ute Indian looks up ahead as Demon start to head back west for a few yards and stops again. She turns to her sister Single Feather Ute Indian as Demon stops and looks again saying, “We’ll just follow him and see where he takes us!”

Soon Demon starts again, but this time he turns heading back north while kind of turning this way and that way a little bit. So far it appears that he may have lost his mind to the both of them, although they have no idea that he senses that his wolf father has somehow found him. Or do they, and only now are they really cluing in on the truth.

And after Demon seems to stress out a little too much, Two Feathers Ute Indian starts to talk about the incident at the Indian hot springs saying, “That’s a good thing that we didn’t tell Eagle Feather about the incident with the wolf at the hot springs!”

There are a few details on Single Feather Ute Indian’s mind that she should mention. Moments later, Demon starts to catch the smell of his father. And the trail seems to head back over to the Indian camp site as Single Feather Ute Indian quills, “Well, he must know something with Demon looking around at the side of the teepee!”

Next Two Feathers Ute Indian comes up with an idea telling her sister, “I have an idea after a while. We can go back to Eagle Feather’s teepee and follow the scent the other way from where it came from. And if it leads us to the hot springs then it was probably Demon’s wolf father that stalked us.”

Of course, Single Feather Ute Indian feels that they should run out the trail of Demon tracking his wolf father’s scent before they head back to Eagle Feather Ute Indian’s teepee. With further more ado, Single Feather Ute Indian quills, “We should see where Demon’s wolf father’s trail runs out at first!”

Nevertheless the both of them keep following directly behind Demon as he continues on ahead like he was on some sort of mission once again or something. However there are times when he gets quite confused and he isn’t sure which way to turn.

A few more tree lines later and Demon stops and looks back as they come back to one of the Indian trails leading back towards the Indian camp and back to the Indian hot springs in the other direction. As they both approach the Indian trail as though they have been lead in circles like one of them wolves back at the cages, Two Feathers Ute Indian calls out loud, “Looks like we ran around nearly in a circle!”

Moreover Single Feather Ute Indian relates to her rendering of twirling around the Indian trails in circles by recoiling, “Huh, it looks like Demon’s wolf father must have turned back towards our Indian camp!”

Momentarily Demon is trying to find the direction to go considering that he has been quiet within most of the concentration on trying to find his wolf blood once again. In fact, it appears that maybe he has reached a fork in the road with his wolf father’s trailing leading back towards the east down in the direction of their Indian home.

Moments later, Demon is sure his wolf father must have turned back to take a last look before leaving back for his home at the foothills of Ben Lomond Peak. Demon turns and starts to point his body and looks down the grade of the Indian trail as they have been lead nearly a half mile away. Then Demon starts to walk like he’s heading back home.

After Demon turns, Two Feathers Ute Indian and Single Feather Ute Indian follow slowly wondering why his wolf father would go back in that direction during the day time. As they walk behind following Demon, Two Feathers Ute Indian looks to Single Feather Ute Indian and says, “Well, Demon must know that we know he’s looking for his wolf father!”

Furthermore Single Feather Ute Indian looks to Demon who seems to think that his wolf father is waiting for him at Eagle Feather Ute Indian’s teepee. However that isn’t even the case here as she tells Demon, “We know you’re looking for your wolf father. He came and snuck up on us last night when we turned to go to the hot springs on the way home.”

Demon acts as though he understands them and he’s literate, although he really has no idea what they are really saying. To him it is just a bunch of mumbo jumbo as they talk to him like he’s one of their kinds in a way of speaking. Then he growls as they come back in to view of their Indian camp just down the trail an eighth of a mile or so.

A few yards later Demon stops as his wolf father’s trail seems to turn back the other way for some reason and then back again like he was getting mixed signals about where to go. Next he heads back down the Indian trail once again towards the Indian camp. After a few yards further down the Indian trail he senses that his wolf father must have turned east heading off from the Indian trail.

Suddenly Demon stops and turns back to Single Feather Ute Indian and Two Feathers Ute Indian who stop directly behind him looking off in to the stretches of forest that separate them and the Indian camp about an eighth of a mile away or so.

With something to say to Demon even though they haven’t had the time to teach him how to understand them as of yet, Two Feathers Ute Indian looks off in to the distance towards the other Indian trail just below where the wolf cages are at rattling off, “Looks like he may have changed his mind and head back off towards the other Indian trail again. Maybe he’s confused thinking about where to go now!”

While trying to understand what the two Indian girls are saying, Demon growls like he was upset at roaming around in circles with nothing to gain or gather. It seems that his wolf father may just simply be scoping the area out a little more than expected to try and know his way around the area a little better. Nonetheless Single Feather Ute Indian says, “Let’s cut back around to the Indian trail leading to the wolf cages and we’ll see if we can see where he turned off at!”

After thinking about the whole thing for another moment, Two Feathers Ute Indian feels that Demon’s wolf father has went around their Indian camp trying to avoid it. Obviously he’s smart enough to stay out of everyone’s sights in order to dodge being seen by anyone of the Ute or Shoshoni Indians. She brings this to her sister’s attention telling her, “It looks like he may have cut around trying to stay away from letting anyone see him.”

After leaving the Indian trail and coming across some steep grades that are hard to maneuver through, Single Feather Ute Indian says, “It looks like he took some steep jumps to try and keep anyone from following his trail!”

They stand above a small crescent like hill with tone of fallen pine trees and nowhere to turn to without nearly having to trample through large piles of debris. From down below the high angle shot looks like they would be in the dominating position, although they are in a reverse dominating shot where everything beneath them is too hard to cross over. Nevertheless they decide to go around and see if they can pick up his scent about thirty to fifty yards over the other way.

As Two Feathers Ute Indian start to walk around with nothing but hard places to step and place her foot, she says, “Either he’s too smart or he’s looking around the area trying to memorize everything so he can leave as fast as he can if we catch him here!”

Minutes later, they make their way back to the Indian trail leading to the wolf cages as his wolf father’s scent trail crosses over his previous tracings when he first must have come up leaving the Indian camp. Demon stops on the Indian trail with much confusion looking both ways as the two Indian girls step from behind.

Then Demon moves a few yards ahead to the east side of the Indian trail and turns his head back towards the northeast direction. Right away, Two Feathers Ute Indian takes a few steps further in the direction that Demon has been going saying, “Looks like his wolf father must have darted off towards the Huntsville Fort perhaps!”

Next Single Feather Ute Indian wonders if Demon’s wolf father is trying to stage the east end of the Indian camp instead of giving up completely imploring, “Or maybe his wolf father is trying to sneak his way up to the east end of our Indian camp!”

Just at that moment Demon whimpers a bit as though he can understand what they are trying to say about his wolf father and this mystery of finding his whereabouts. And he understands that they comprehend the issue at stake here. With furthermore ado, Demon starts to follow the tracing of his wolf father realizing that he must run the scent of his trail out until the end.

A few yards later and Two Feathers Ute Indian makes a comment as to what they should do relenting, “Let’s just follow the trail until we get back near the Indian camp. And if it leads on then we’ll assume that he took the long way around to his wolf den by heading out past the Huntsville Fort!”

With all of that knowledge at hand, Single Feather Ute Indian has a few points to make about that mentioning, “It seems like his wolf father must know his way around for that matter. I’m just wondering if he’s been out this way before or maybe he’s stalking and watching us hike around with his wolf pup!”

As they persist and move back towards home, Two Feathers Ute Indian contends something that’s on her mind saying, “Maybe, he has been out this far while hunting. So far it seems that he has no borders being this far out!”

Soon they reach plain view of the Ogden River Canyon with the river flowing at the north end as Single Feather Ute Indian implies, “And we have no borders either when it comes to protecting our land and heritage!”

Finally they reach the bottom of the Indian trail that leads to the wolf cages directly behind themselves. Once the three of them approach the outside dancing arenas, Two Feathers Ute Indian looks to her sister saying, “And I didn’t even get a chance to use the bow!”

Consequently Single Feather Ute Indian looks around the area while noticing someone watching rejoining, “Look Eagle Feather is sitting out waiting for us!”

Without any further hesitation, they all make their way over to Eagle Feather Ute Indian’s teepee without anything to bring back such as game they hunted.

When the three of them all approach, Eagle Feather Ute Indian is sitting with White Wolf Ute Indian, Den Wolf Mother Ute Indian, and Black Wolf Ute Indian. And they are all curious as to why they have returned so early. Just then, Eagle Feather Ute Indian, while sitting at the front of his teepee, gawks, “That was a quick trip?”

Next Den Wolf Mother Ute Indian has the same preference of mind querying, “Where did you all go hiking around?”

The trip was so quick and tiring for Demon that he struts in to the teepee and lays down on his mother’s skins as Two Feathers Ute Indian exemplifies, “We followed Demon to wherever he led us!”

Then interruptedly like, Single Feather Ute Indian comes up with some more of the story to tell them by muttering, “We followed Demon up the trail leading to the wolf cages and then back over through the woods to the trail leading to the other side of the canyon!”

Without any more to want to ponder over, Black Wolf Ute Indian has to get for more information out of them probing, “Why would he follow some trail leading over by the wolf cages?”

Finally Single Feather Ute Indian comes out speaking of the news about Demon’s wolf father instructing them all, “We think Demon’s wolf father may have tracked him here somehow. Maybe when we went to his wolf den, he followed us back!”

And hence there forth, Den Wolf Mother Ute Indian wonders how they know that asking, “And how do you know that?”

Here is where Two Feathers Ute Indian explains further gibbering, “Because he came right up to us at the hot springs when we stopped there on the way back from the den!”

At about that moment Demon tends to perk up with a burbling sigh like he understands them and how they have been giving him so much attention. And so far he is only still getting used to them especially now that his wolf father has somehow and maybe come around.

For some reason White Wolf Ute Indian is curious about what Demon’s wolf father did when they both had ran in to him at the hot springs questioning, “And what did he do?”

Immediately Two Feathers Ute Indian butts in answering back, “He approached us at the hot springs and then left back up the trail.”

After being interrupted with her side of the story of what happened, Single Feather Ute Indian decides to tell hers by recalling, “When we were at the hot springs we both dunk our heads in and when I came up, I felt this warm breath on my neck. And when I turned around I turned right in to the wolf’s face hitting my nose to his mouth and nose. Then he just turned around and left!”

Next Two Feathers Ute Indian butts in once again with some more to add to the story of what had happened as she recoils, “When I came up I only saw him as he turned away from her and left. And then she was freaking out about it!”

By now, Eagle Feather Ute Indian feels that Demon must be happy in a way that is wolf father knows where he’s at in a way even though he doesn’t feel friendly or accepted by humans. And now that his wolf father and Demon have both seen the wolf cages with the mean wolves, Eagle Feather Ute Indian comes up with a line to ask Demon catechizing, “So what do think about your wolf father coming around, he may be watching from out there somewhere?”

Right then, Demon gets up from his mother’s wolf skins and heads out past them all to the outside of the teepee. For a few moments he can only stare out in to the wood canyons that stretch up in to the pine valleys.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Many days later the Ogden Mountain Man approaches a nearby tree line on horse and stops. He looks around and pulls out a telescope and glances around making sure that there is no one else around either Ute or Shoshonis Indian or otherwise. Now it appears that his curiosities about the wolf story have been peaked about what he had been told when Jim Bridger had met with the Ute Indians up the Ogden River Canyon for the peaceful relations.

So far he feels that there is something strange going on and especially now considering that Jim Bridger mentioned some baby wolf pup that the Ute Indians had taken in. It also appears from what he has been told that Eagle Feather Ute Indian has taken the wolf situation in the area seriously.

Now he feels the need to try and do a little bit of his own investigating himself. Nevertheless he stays towards the south side of the fort commander’s Civil War Quarters and the Mound Fort Artillery Base to try and watch to make sense of some things that it feels are afar off in left field somewhere.

First off, the Ogden Mountain Man remains along the tree lines that stretch from the Ogden River north towards the fort commander’s house fort. He moves very slowly on horse while trying to act naturally like he’s just out and about. He also realizes that he will have to try and find a place to hide out and settle down in to nestle in to weight and abide the time to scope out the situation.

To him, if there’s a revenge plot from some baby wolf cub that has been taken in by the Ute and Shoshoni Indians with the fur trader Eagle Feather Ute Indian and his closely related kinship, then the results of the peaceful after math will soon come to an end. And this can only lead to more tempers from the Ute and Shoshoni Indian Warriors who want to close and shut down this place built upon their ancestral Indian ruins.

The Ogden Mountain Man also would like to avoid anyone until he can make his own prognosis on the situation. He basically wants to wait until the wolf comes to revenge his mother’s death down at the fort commander’s Civil War Quarters. However he knows nothing of the father wolf and his knowledge and revenge of the mother wolf’s death either.

So far Captain James S. Brown’s feelings are the same to an extent. However they both feel that they should take some precautions and keep a secret eye on the place without anyone of them finding out about it. For now, he has decided to wait and abide his time for the duration that it will take to see if his hunches are right.

At this time, back with the Union Pacific with the railroad construction manager Gus who has had many delays on his stagecoach trip from Cheyenne, Wyoming. Too many rivers were flooded and there were many areas where the mud was thickened and it took longer to get across. The railroad manager Gus is currently talking to the person next to him who happens to from Cheyenne, Wyoming who is traveling looking for something better down in the Weber and Ogden areas of Utah once again.

As the railroad construction manager Gus looks her up and down just as he has been since the whole entire trip, he notices that she looks like that of a female drifter perhaps. So far, things have been relatively quiet as some of the passengers of the stagecoach have been drifting in and out of their sleepiness along the journey back to the Weber Stage Station.

It isn’t long before they begin to reach within miles of Weber Stage Station and the female drifter asks the railroad manager Gus another question hours later exploring, “So why are you going to Weber Stage Station?”

A moment later, and the railroad construction manager Gus explains his position on things relative to his trip saying, “I work for the Union Pacific Railroad and there was an incident that happen to some of our surveyors and I can’t say exactly what for privacy reasons. However, I’m here to investigate the incident in order to maintain our progress with the chartering of the Pacific Railroad and the Union Pacific Railroad to follow along with the guidelines of the Pacific Railroad Bill passed by Congress!”

The stagecoach passenger female drifter looks to the railroad construction manager Gus and replies, “Sounds like you have your whole entire trip planned out, huh?”

The railroad construction manager Gus glances back at her answering back, “Yes, I have a lot of dealings to take care of once I get to the Weber Stage Station!”

The female drifter stares back at him with a little smile and a bit of a chuckle informing the railroad construction manager Gus, “Well, I originally came from the Weber Canyon area and I decided to become a drifter when the Indian uprisings became too extreme to stay in the area. Now I’m returning because it is too cold in places north of Utah and Colorado. So I decided to give things another try around once more!”

The railroad construction manager Gus feels this is a good person to confide in for a few bits of information to steer him in the right direction. As a drifter she must know a thing or two about what’s going on around the Weber Canyon area as well as around the Ogden and Mound Fort Artillery Base vicinity.

Now he decides to come out more in the open by asking and phishing her for information instead of giving her too much information. So far this technique is working and he’s only telling her enough to keep the conversation flowing.

Just then, the railroad construction manager Gus asks her, “So what do you know about the Indians up and around the Weber Canyon and the Ogden area?”

The female drifter thinks about the notion for a moment or so before saying, “The Indians! You mean the Ute and Shoshoni Indian who want to close down the Mound Fort Artillery Base because it is built on their ancestral cemetery?”

The railroad construction manager Gus realizes that she must know a lot more than he had first bargained for in the first place. Next he comes back with another question as someone else butts in saying, “They won’t stop until the President Brigham Young helps them out. Until then the fort commander has his hands to the barrel!”

Soon the female drifter starts to wonder why he is even out here in the first place if he’s on a stagecoach heading to the Weber Stage Station. Moments later, she asks, “So why are you here if there’s no railroad yet?”

The railroad construction manager Gus thinks to himself for a moment not wanting to give away the fact that he’s going to be giving the Indians a real close eye as to what’s really going on here. With a preoccupied thought on his mind, the railroad construction manager Gus shrugs, “I’m mainly here to ensure the Union Pacific Railroad with safe endeavors towards building a railroad office and ghost depot in Ogden. The two railroads, the Central Pacific and the Union Pacific will cross each other’s path sometime in the future.”

Another passenger butts in after hearing the conversation by blatting, “When the railroads do come, it’ll sure beat this here stagecoach stopping!”

Next the female drifter has a word or two to question on how long he will be staying here communicating, “So how long until you have to return back east?”

As the stagecoach begins to enter the Weber Stage Station, the railroad construction manager Gus answers back saying, “For as long as it takes to ensure the future of the Union Pacific!”

Finally the stagecoach pulls in to the Weber Stage Station as there are many other bystanders and pioneers and cowboys hanging around watching and staring around. There are a few small groups of people gathered waiting for stagecoach to arrive. Quickly the stagecoach comes to a stop and some of the passengers wait as the people waiting for them help open the doors of the stagecoach as a few of the passengers start to exit.

Moments later the stagecoach driver gets off of the stagecoach and comes to escort the last two passengers off while thanking them for accompanying him with much gratitude. Just then the drifter female starts to get off of the stagecoach and the railroad construction manager Gus gets off the stagecoach following behind her.

Of course, he is merely last as though he was using his politeness and gentlemen manners to allow the females and the elderly to exit the stagecoach first. The stagecoach driver gives him a slight of hand helping him off as well.

After he steps off of the stagecoach, the gunmen at the top of the stagecoach looks to all of them and says, “You all come back again now!”

Before getting the chance to even look around about the crowd, the female drifter makes a remark about where she usually hangs out saying, “Well, if you ever want someone to chat with you can come back here and look me up if I’m still around!”

The railroad construction manager Gus looks to her with a smile considering her nice offer and gratitude answering back, “Thanks for the kind offer. On the way back I’ll try to stop and say goodbye!”

Slowly the female drifter turns slightly and starts to leave even though she hasn’t turned completely the other way. The railroad construction manager Gus turns the other way himself. As he turns the other way, he is approached by another Union Pacific Employee who’s here to see about ensuring a railroad office within the meeting junctions of Ogden as well as wherever the Union Pacific and Central Pacific will meet. So far it has been rumored that such a place will be in Promontory, Utah.

Right away, the construction railroad manager stops for a moment as the Union Pacific railroad office manager says, “So I was told I would find you here?”

The railroad construction manager Gus wonders what has brought him out here asking, “So what brings you out here?”

The Union Pacific railroad office manager thinks for a moment while holding a legal briefcase like bag of legal papers informing him, “For the same reasons you are here which is to ensure our privileges of having a railway office along the railways of Utah!”

The Union Pacific railroad office manager turns and walks towards some tour guides that have been taking him around showing the sites and layout of the land. As they approach the tour guides, the Union Pacific railroad office manager says, “I came with some tour guides after I heard that you were coming!”

There are two tour guides there with their two horses and two extra horses for them both. The construction railroad manager Gus wonders what the two horses are for asking, “Let me guess, you came on horseback with them from Ogden up the Weber Canyon?”

The Union Pacific railroad office manager answers back diligently like, “Yes, I figured it would be better is we had some horses to get around on while we are here! You can ride a horse, huh?”

The railroad construction manager Gus agrees with him considering that there’s no doubt in his mind that he can ride. In fact, there aren’t too many cowboys who can’t ride. And if there are any cowboys who can’t ride a horse, that would be sort of rare in such a western arena such as this. After holding his bags before getting ready to tie them back to the saddle and saddle bags, the railroad construction manager Gus relents, “Of course, I can ride a horse, although it’s been a while!”

The railroad office manager makes a comment saying, “Come on, and tie your bags on! Riding a horse is like shooting a pistol; you never forget how to aim and pull the trigger!”

One of the tour guides figures that they shouldn’t rush things considering that they should at least go easy on the horses saying, “Take your time so that we can go easy on our horses!”

Just before getting ready to fasten his bags on the horse, the railroad construction manager Gus becomes curious as to where they are headed asking, “Where are we headed?”

The railroad office manager thinks for a brief second before answering back, “We are going to ride up through Weber Canyon and then we are headed for Ogden where I have a room for us to stay at!”

Quickly the railroad construction manager Gus prepares his bags and then he jumps on the horse by sticking his left foot in the left stirrup before getting ready to ride off. The tour guides start to ride off first while the railroad office manager and the railroad construction manager follow behind. Once they start to ride off at a pace the railroad office manager makes a comment saying, “We wouldn’t be here as Case men if it weren’t for men like Thomas Durant and the big construction boss John “Jack” Casement who wants to get the Union Pacific Railroad construction underway!”

The railroad construction manager Gus comes back with another remark telling him, “Usually my days consists of managing a small construction crew of railroad workers, not being chosen to be a case man to come and investigate some Utah Indians who pushed off some of our railroad surveyors. And most of the people who have been coming around are Chinese laborers and the U.S. government will try anything to get rid of them!”

The railroad office manager thinks to himself for a second before saying, “Don’t worry about working with only native workers because of some Nativism Act to preserve our heritage. We can use all of the help we can get these days!”

The railroad construction manager makes a final comment about the whole current predicament saying, “So far the whole Pacific Railroad Act has many hold ups in my opinion besides the Indian chases! And right now all I care about is getting back to managing the construction of the Union Pacific Railroad heading down to the Denver and Rio Grande Western Railroad in order to get the railroad’s Ghost Depot Office built!”

Next the railroad office manager quotes, “So far we can’t validate any of the surveyor’s journals on any of the Indian attacks until we investigate ourselves. The sooner we finish our investigation the sooner we can go back to doing our jobs!”

The railroad construction manager Gus makes a remark saying, “At least you get to sit back in a railroad office when the railroad is finished!”

The railroad office manager thinks to the future a little more than the ordinary fellow boasting, “If you play your cards right you could find yourself at the Denver and Rio Grande Western Railroad doing the same kind of easy life!”

The railroad construction manager Gus wonders if they are going to run in to any Ute or Shoshoni Indians along the Weber Canyon asking, “Are you sure the four of us aren’t going to run in to any Ute or Shoshoni Indians while riding down the Weber Canyon?”

The railroad office manager pulls his coat over to the side exposing his .35 caliber magnum revolver saying, “Don’t worry; if we do because I have my .35 caliber magnum strapped in my holster!”

The railroad construction manager Gus thinks about what weaponry he has brought along informing his partner, “I’m not worried; I have brought my colt .45 along with me just in case anything were to happen!”

Just then one of the tour guides looks back after over hearing their conversation making speech saying, “We have come prepared too if we happen to run in to any Ute or Shoshoni Indians.”

The accompanying tour guide makes a correlating comment rebuking, “Don’t be alarmed; Captain James S. Brown’s Fort is here in Weber Canyon! Most of the Ute and Shoshoni Indians are too busy messing around with the Mound Fort Artillery Base to come up this way!”

The railroad construction manager Gus hesitates for a moment or so before answering back with, “I hope so; I was hoping to sneak up and spy on them before they sneak up on us by chance!”

Months later, Demon is sitting in Eagle Feather Ute Indian’s teepee waiting for the chance to slip out without anyone noticing him leave the Ute Indian camp grounds. At the moment Eagle Feather Ute Indian is in the back of the teepee in his favorite spot sleeping while Demon is in his usual spot towards the entrance.

While everything around the Ute Indian camp site remains relatively quiet, Demons takes one last look around the teepee before glancing back outside to take another peek to see if the outside area is clear. There are a few slight stray dog barks here and there every once in a while, although other than that everything is very still and quiet.

Nonetheless Demon feels this is his chance to go back on his own like he had done when his mother had left him a stray under such devastating circumstances. For a beckoning of another quick look at his mother’s remains, Demon begins to think about where his wolf father must have roamed off to and whether or not he still visits the wolf den where his family had lived. The Ute Indian band has visited there with him a few times with no prevail almost like he figured that it was his time to move on perhaps for reasons of nature.

Quickly Demon gets up on all fours and scurries outside without making any noise to disturb Eagle Feather Ute Indian and his restless sleeps that aren’t really that restless to begin with. However he does have many hours before sunrise which is the time that Eagle Feather Ute Indian chooses to get up to see the sun rise every morning. For some reason he feels that this keeps the body and soul younger for many more years. And he has been doing it for many years.

And it has also become very obvious to Demon that Eagle Feather Ute Indian wakes up every morning at the same time. The Ute and Shoshoni Indians have gone to bed earlier than usual tonight and for some uncanny chance Demon feels like he should leave slowly as he passes in to the tree line along the northeast end of the Indian camp.

There’s a bridge that the Ute and Shoshoni Indians have built for themselves to get across and there are many more areas like this. Nevertheless Demon stops and looks out for any Indians who may still be up before trying to make his way across the bridge. He has been over this way many times before, although now he is wandering alone for the first time away from the Indian campsite.

After a lasting glance around one more time, “Demon makes his way across the bridge and stops for another glimpse behind towards the Indian campgrounds before turning his head back the other way and taking off. Immediately he runs as fast as he can towards the tree line heading back the other way on the opposite side of the Ogden River as the Indians and their dwellings.

It isn’t long before he finds some paths leading him along to higher levels at the side of the Ogden Canyon Mountains. Soon he creeps further raising his elevation and stops to take another lasting look through to the Ute and Shoshoni Indian campsite. Most of it is dark outside except for a few campfires that are still smoldering and some others that are still burning away.

Of course, the moon is in its waxing phase as the nights ahead are leading to another full moon which will only provoke his instincts even further to wanting to sneak off and leave all of the time. As he looks through the many tree tops that are starting to pierce their way above towards his elevation, Demon notices some of the other animals moving and scurrying around under the moonlight.

Nonetheless Demon turns and continues back to his course of action which was the plan to leave and search for his wolf father on his own. There’s no doubt that he feels that he has enough time to make his way around back to the other side of the Wasatch Mountain Ranges, though he will have to take his time with the pursuit of seeking for his wolf father somewhere out there.

Still Demon leaves and continues to find his way to the top of the mountain without looking back anymore. However as he continues his stride with going further in his chosen direction, Demon realizes that this way isn’t as easy as taking the Indian trail. Yet he didn’t want anyone late nighties coming down the Indian trail from the hot springs or maybe from somewhere else.

So he had chosen going this way because of tracing his wolf father’s scent over towards the Ogden Canyon River at the east end of the Ute and Shoshoni Indian campsite. And he feels that there’s no reason to try and follow his father’s scent anymore considering that he has long been over traced with the activities of other stray dogs, wolves, and other happenings.

And for that circumstance Demon feels that he should just explore the northern end of the Wasatch Mountain Ranges trying to become more accustomed to getting around on his own. Moreover he has been around the northern part of the Wasatch Mountain Ranges with the Indian bands while exploring and hunting, although his endeavors are usually distracted and disoriented with hunting and the other activities that the Ute and Shoshoni Indians like to do on their spare time.

Nevertheless he feels the urge to continue on while he has the chance to inspect the area on his own before returning in the early morning before Eagle Feather Ute Indian arises for the sunrise. A few minutes later Demon reaches the top of the north end of the Ogden River Canyon and turns to take a lasting look down to the Indian campsite. At this point in time he feels dominating and overpowering to the Ute and Shoshoni Indian campgrounds below.

Now he turns and feels free from all of the Ute and Shoshoni Indians. He feels free as though he has his chance to try and be free from all of the bonding that has kept Demon from discovering all of his other qualities and calls to his personal nature as a black wolf. Yet Demon has learned a lot from them and he has had the chance to learn from a human and Native Indian standpoint about how to live off of the land in another perspective.

Nevertheless Demon doesn’t want to wander off too far either. For now, he just wants to get the feels for being out on his own. And he knows that even though he’s alone from the Ute and Shoshoni Indian bands that maybe he’s not alone. Demon also realizes how he really isn’t alone out here neither in the middle of the forests of the Wasatch Mountain Ranges.

It’s no wonder that it has been a while since he has last sensed that his wolf father has been near almost like he has been abandoned in a certain perspective. In his mind, his wolf father will eventually find another female wolf to mate with while forgetting about the family he had in the past altogether.

Then on the other hand, maybe his wolf father has found another female wolf to bond with already along with another wolf den somewhere else. Furthermore Demon continues to push forwards trying to get a full night’s worth of searching on his own without anyone to distract him or stand in his way.

And there’s no doubt that he touches a reality with having his own revenge out on the Mound Fort Artillery Base as well. Of course, he wants this revenge regardless of whether Jim Bridger, the man who had shot his wolf mother, was no longer around and has long left for Salt Lake City with his Overland Mail Army unit many months prior.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Suddenly, while making his way back down towards the west side of the mountain top north of the Ogden River Canyon, Demon can see the waterfall that flows falling in to the Ogden River down below just above where the hot springs happen to be located at. In fact, before crossing the shallow stream as it reaches the edge of the cliffs leading and falling their way in to the west end of Ogden River Canyon below, Demon makes his way towards the edge.

For a few moments he glances down towards the hot springs trying to see if he can tell if anyone is there who might return early in the night back to the campsite. If there is then he will know whether or not there’s more of a chance of Eagle Feather Ute Indian noticing that he has gone out and left for the night.

And there’s no doubt that he can see that there are a few late comers out there but he can’t really tell who’s there considering that it’s so dark out as he looks down below through the misty air just passed the waterfall. Nevertheless Demon can hear some voices below that sound very familiar, although he can’t completely make them out considering that they are so faint.

Nevertheless Demon continues to looks another few moments or so before he decides that maybe he should head off back with his search for his wolf father on his own. He doesn’t want anyone following him neither because they seem to only get in the way. It seems that for some reason his wolf father doesn’t want to get too close to humans even when it comes to Ute and Shoshoni Indians.

Demon continues on the move while thinking how he will have to go at it alone if he is going to ever get close enough to his wolf father without the Indian band around to screw things up. It isn’t long before Demon leaves the area of the waterfall and begins to head north along the ridge of the mountains leading towards the other end of the Wasatch Mountain Range heading closer and closer to Chilly Peak.

There are many trees and other shrubs and bushes all over where he has never seen on his own before. At times he hears sounds coming from other animals, although he tries to ignore the sounds as though he wasn’t on the hunt for anything such as a predator would be for game. He is on the hunt for something much more pristine than anyone else could want to accomplish.

However there are times when he thinks that he can hear bigger game moving in and through the brush, though he feels that many of the sounds he hears are coming from deer, elk, and probably some other game like elk perhaps. Nevertheless he persists forward as though he doesn’t hear a thing and like his whole body was numb to anything outside of his goals and achievements.

Many of minutes later and Demon reaches the other end of the mountain north of the Ogden River within the Ogden River Canyon nearer to Ben Lomond Peak. He is near the end of the Wasatch Mountain Ranges looking for a way down. He finds a way down like it was his second nature to do so or as though someone higher up in spiritual world of supernatural was leading on this conquest. He has covered much territory in so little of time which was probably a trait inherited from hi wolf line that has now been cut down to size like they were some Indian.

Yet he is now a part of the Indian way of life and therefore he is subject to the removal process of the Indians which is an apart of Manifest Destiny. A destiny of how the white race will succeed over anything that stands in its way even wolves and Indians. And he knows that he will soon have to fight on the side of the Indians for their way of life which happens to be closer to nature than the white man’s way of life.

Meanwhile back around the Mound Fort Artillery Base area, the Ogden Mountain Man is looking though a pair of binoculars even when it’s late at night. In fact, he hasn’t only been keeping a close eye on the Major’s Civil War Quarters down the hill. He has his eyes closely on some of the activities happening at or around the Mound Fort vicinity.

While he hides behind some of the trees far back south from the Mound Fort Artillery Base, the Ogden Mountain Man can see some sort of exchange about to take place perhaps. And there’s no doubt in the Ogden Mountain Man’s mind that whatever it is happens to be made of a shiny metal meaning that it could be a gun, knife, or maybe even something else.

Just then, the Ute Indian Informant hands something to Chief Little Indian Soldier which appears to be a weapon of some sort. Or maybe it was nothing considering the far distance he had to gleam through the nightly sky with hardly any light except for a few scattered camp fires here and there.

Nevertheless the Ogden Mountain Man can only watch with the expectations of something more to ado than even this course of action. However he feels that maybe the Ute and Shoshoni Indian Warriors have been supplying the lower occupational Indians that roam around as beggars and thieves. He even keeps turning his head the other way towards the Major’s house to see if there’s any action on the other side of the scene.

It appears that the Ute and Shoshoni Indian Warriors have doing everything they can to gather more and more weapons to add to their arsenals. And there are enough arms to spread around by this time after going at it for a few months now and this is only the beginning. Just then the Ute Indian Informant makes a comment as he hands something else to Chief Little Indian Soldier while saying, “And take this just in case someone tries to steal or take the guns away from you. At least you still have a knife!”

Right away, Chief Little Indian Soldier answers back sparingly saying, “I already have a knife hidden away!”

The Ute Indian Informant informs him by commanding, “You should have one on you at all times!”

At about that moment Chief Little Indian Soldier tries to change the subject to a more still feeling replying, “All the Indians around here already carry knives on them just in case something happens!”

Now the Ogden Mountain Man is most certain that the Ute and Shoshoni Indian Warriors have been aiding the Indians around the Mound Fort Artillery Base area and it’s hard to say for how long they have been supplying those weapons. While the Ogden Mountain Man continues on watching, another Ute Indian beggar comes forth and leans over from his seat asking the Ute Indian Informant, “Can I have a knife?”

Moments later, the Ute Indian Informant answers back, “Why not? I can always get more when I need to!”

The Ogden Mountain Man stays watching as the Ute Indian Informant hands another Ute or Shoshoni Indian a skinning knife that’s in a sheath. Right at that time, the Ogden Mountain Man takes down his binoculars while trying to refocus his naked eyes on the situation. As he stares off in to the distance he can see many bodies moving around. Some are recognizable and there are some others that he thinks he recognizes, although it’s pretty dark outside making it completely hard to see anything.

Luckily no one can see him because he is hiding underneath some trees behind a tree line which gives him a direct line of sight with both the Mound Fort Artillery Base and the Civil War Quarters down the hill from there. Still he feels that he must remain quiet so that nobody happens to see him there hiding out and spying on the both places. However there are times when he thought he heard someone try and sneak up on him, though it turned out to be only some nearby wanderers passing along.

And the Ogden Mountain Man figures that they were probably headed down past the Ogden River going somewhere in town. Nonetheless he only watches when they pass without making any sounds to perturb anybody while he sits and watches the area. Soon he puts his eyes back in to his binoculars and glimpses off past the distance that separates him from the others who are across the fields in the Indian camps.

As he watches the Ute Indian Informant makes another comment to Chief Little Indian Soldier saying, “The Shoshoni Indian Warriors have been helping us out with gathering the supplies we need for our cause. They returned back to their tribe and they should be returning any day now!”

The Ogden Mountain Man can see them conversing, although he can’t seem to hear what is being said or what anyone is saying considering he is so far away. Nevertheless he remains still underneath the trees and behind the tree lines watching and observing the Mound Fort Artillery Base and the Civil War Quarters. He figures he will continue to watch for another while waiting to see where the Ute Indian Informant heads off to when he leaves.

Minutes later the Ute Indian Informant leaves as some Mormon settlers begin to approach the Indian camps outside of the Mound Fort Indian Fort. The Ute Indian Informant walks away while pulling his horses bridle long before the Mormon pioneer settlers make their way there. Moments later they pass and head down the hill as though they were just taking a stroll down the west end of the Mound Fort area.

Once the Ute Indian Informant heads off towards the east side of the Mound Fort Artillery Base, the Ogden Mountain Man decides it’s about time to leave and follow him. The Ute Indian Informant heads away from the Indian camps where all of the Ute and Shoshoni Indians stay for free sheltering, clothing, and free meals in exchange for giving a hand around the place which seldom of them ever do regularly.

Finally the Ute Indian Informant is nearly out of sight and the Ogden Mountain Man decides to trail from behind without being seen. The Ogden Mountain Man has a hunch that the Ute Indian Warriors must have a hideout or hideaway somewhere outside of the Ogden River Canyon away from the Ute Indians at home. Then there are the Shoshoni Indian Warriors who stay there and have other areas down east of Salt Lake City in places closer to Wolf Mountain and the near vicinity.

The Ute Indian Informant seems to be by himself at the apparent moment as he heads back to the fort that the Ute Indian Warriors have underneath a treetop hidden away from any to see. As he leaves the Mound Fort area and heads over to the tree fort where his friends are currently waiting, he turns back while holding his horse’s bridle still in the direction of his travels.

For some reason he gets the feeling as though he is being followed as he tends to hear some noises coming directly from behind him, although he can’t seem to put a finger down on what the sounds could be originated from. However it does sound like there’s another horse probably following from behind in the back distance.

Momentarily, the Ogden Mountain Man tries to slow down as he feels that maybe he may have been spotted and then on the other hand maybe he better fade back a little just in case that was the fact. Then suddenly, the Ogden Mountain Man hears the sounds of a horse kicking it in high gear like he was trying to speed away as fast as possible to ditch the situation.

Meanwhile the Ogden Mountain Man continues on with a much slower pace as he soon seems to be unsure of where the Ute Indian Informant might be heading to at the moment. It seems as though the Ute Indian Informant has hurriedly left the area and it would be hard to try and follow without making much attention while trying to catch up.

Nevertheless the Ogden Mountain Man decides to just ride at a slow pace to get the feel for about where the Ute Indian Informant may be heading. Still he persists until he is completely sure that he may have turned off in another direction detouring himself from wherever he may have been going. Obviously the Ute Indian Informant wants to keep their hidden sanctuary free of anyone else’s knowledge form giving up its whereabouts.

Now that the Ute Indian Informant has split the scene trying to ditch whoever or whatever it was that may have been chasing or following him from behind, the Ute Indian Informant decides to lead himself away from their hidden tree fort. For the time being, he tends to head further north as though he were heading to Ben Lomond Peak. He continues riding along until he feels who has lost whoever and whatever may be trying to find out something about himself and his comrades.

After heading along another few hundred feet or so, the Ogden Mountain Man stops and wonders if he should just call it a night and try back again another night just in case the Ute Indian Informant tries to come back with some friends of his to ward off the situation. Once he stops he looks and then listens for anything that might instill some noises to give him some sense of some direction for later. Yet with no prevail he turns before anything will turn on him turning the situation in to a situation where he may be out numbered four or five or more to one.

“We should head out and catch up with him later!” The Ogden Mountain Man blurts out to himself as he starts to pick up the pace in the other direction from where he followed from.

“I think I lost whoever that was following me!” The Ute Indian Informant speaks talking out loud to himself as he turns to take a look back behind to make sure that the coast is clear.

“It’s time to head back to the Captain’s Fort!” Finally, the Ogden Mountain Man says deciding to head back to Captain James S. Brown’s Fort to call it a night with watching the Mound Fort Artillery Base.

Minutes later the Ogden Mountain Man begins to near the Ogden River on the way back to his domain. Then just before crossing over the Ogden River, the Ogden Mountain Man looks back as though he should return another time or perhaps with more friends to make the numbers even. However in his mind it’s hard to say just how many Ute Indian Warriors the tribe may have roaming around the region.

Now the Ogden Mountain Man crosses over the Ogden River and heads back south towards Weber Canyon, but there are more eyes wandering as to which happen to be on his actions since the past several busy days around there. It seems that the eyes of the Union Pacific Railroad have been casing the situation out themselves to preserve their own goals and endeavors along this chosen path.

The railroad construction manager Gus walks back up the side bank of the Ogden River just after the Ogden Mountain Man passes by all of the way. Quickly he approaches the railroad office manager who doesn’t seem to want anything to get in the way of the Union Pacific saying, “He just passed by and is heading south!”

The railroad construction manager Gus looks at the tour guides who happen to seem to know almost anything and something about everyone around the area. Immediately the railroad construction manager Gus asks, “So who was that casing the place?”

One of the tour guides chuckles for a moment saying, “I told you before that he is the Ogden Mountain Man!”

The second tour guide happens to have been a partner for a long time. The second tour guide looks to the Union Pacific Employees saying, “Some say that it’s Miles Goodyear who rose from the California Dead!”

The railroad office manager thinks about that for a brief moment before asking, “What makes everyone think that it’s the same person?”

The first tour guide answers back with an uncanny line telling them, “Because he died right before the Mound Fort was finished being built!”

After thinking about things for another few seconds or so, the railroad construction manager Gus adds, “Why would he do that so that he can spy on the Ute and Shoshoni Indians?”

The second tour guide has a comeback that goes something like, “I guess so if he thought they would attack his fort if he didn’t ditch it somehow!”

Then the railroad construction manager Gus asks, “And so he ditched it to that Captain James S. Brown and thought he could play possum!”

By now the railroad office manager begins to feel like calling it a night considering that it’s about to get late and they have been watching the place for months without any regards for taking to too many people. For right now the Union Pacific Railroad employees only want to find out what’s going on in order to know what to do that would be best for their railroading.

“Well, it looks like he darted off after that Indian who handed that Indian beggar something and turned back after he had lost him………………..Well, I’m going to call it a night and turn in. There will be more action tomorrow!” The railroad office manager says as he thinks about securing his ground with the railroad office lines along the routes.

The tour guides decide that it’s getting late as well, coming along with, “Yes, we shouldn’t stay around here too long or people will get suspicious. We’ll head down towards the Eagle Club friends we have on the opposite side of the Mound Fort and watch from there which will be less promiscuous!”

They all agree on leaving except for the railroad construction manager Gus, who has is mind on only one thing and that is getting back to his managing the construction of the Union Pacific Railroad heading down to the Denver and Rio Grande Western Railroad in order to get the railroad’s Ghost Depot Office built. And that is why he feels a little hesitant on leaving right away and calling it a night like the others who are accompanying him along the investigation.

As the others start to disperse and head out, the railroad construction manager Gus quills, “I’ll catch up with you all later back at the room. But, I think it would be better if we just camped out nearby so we don’t look so inconspicuous!”

The railroad office manager thinks about that for a brief moment before saying, “Well we’ll talk about that in the morning; but I think we should stay around the hotels of the town to see what rumors pop up!”

Just then the railroad construction manager Gus turns like he has some plans of checking out what the Ogden Mountain Man had passed up for some reason before instructing his partners, “I’m just going to check out some things and return after a little while!”

Immediately the two tour guides and the railroad office manager leave and head back to town without looking back again. Once they all leave the railroad construction manager Gus hopes on the horse that they have brought for him for the time being of their stay. After he puts his foot in the stirrup and hops on the horse, he decides to leave in the direction that the Ogden Mountain Man came from when he had followed after the Ute Indian Informant. Quickly he looks around to make sure that there is no one lingering around outside the camps of the Mound Fort Artillery Base that might see him leaving.

As he heads out everything becomes darker and darker as he leaves further and further away from all of the camp fires that were once lighting up the skies up and around the Indians camps. After a while he starts to have to rely on his tracking which is nearly impossible without much moonlight out considering that the moon is still in its waxing phase reaching a fuller moon in many weeks yet to come upon Utah.

Nevertheless he feels the urge to just pick a direction and move on to see what he may come upon by chance. For some reason he feels that if he just keeps quiet and moves along a certain path then maybe he can find something through some signs or maybe some sounds of the Ute Indians Warriors rummaging around nearby in some Indian tree fort of theirs.

They have all been watching the Mound Fort Artillery Base area for quite a while now. And they have been doing this without even trying to interact too much with others except for getting information back their way. For certain reasons they only want to watch and observe what has been going on so that they can ensure a better safety for their surveyors in the future.

There are many other Union Pacific people such as Greenville Dodge, who is a Union Pacific Chief Engineer, out searching for passes through the many ranges heading in to Utah. And the many men such as these Union Pacific Railroad men are subject to Indian confrontations without any remedy for them. So far the railroad construction manager Gus thinks about what he has saw so far from an observation standpoint and he assess the situation in his own light of mind.

By now, he feels that there are some band of Indians hiding out that have been supplying many of the Indian beggars and citizens of the Indian camps. And right now, it’s hard to tell how much of this trading, giving, or supplying has been occupying much of the nights around the place. Many Indians on horse have been going in and out and back and forth at different times during the late evenings.

There have even been some Ute Indian Warriors on horses stopping near or around the Civil War Quarters down the hill from the Mound Fort Artillery Base that the railroad construction manager Gus and the others have witnessed on many occasions. Nevertheless he continues on the borrowed horse like he were entering a world of darkness as things become harder and harder to see.

At about this time the wolf Demon is reaching closer and closer to his wolf den that he has come to visit time and time again with the Ute Indian band that has been raising him along. However it has been hard for them to take him there all of the time considering just how far away Ben Lomond really is from Ogden River Canyon.

In fact, it has taken Demon a long time to make his way there even though this time around he is on his on and can move much faster than when he is with the Ute Indian band of rebels. And now that he is there on his own he fells the urge to try and scour the inside of the wolf den once more and then he wants to search the nearby area for any signs of his wolf father. But then again, he figures that it may as well be time to call it quits for searching for his wolf father.

Maybe one day he will run in to his wolf father while he is out on the prowl hunting or maybe when he has a wolf den of his own. Anyhow he has had a near chance and as he arrives at his wolf den, he looks around about the outside listening for anything out of the ordinary.

It also has been a few months since his wolf father last stopped by the Ute Indian camp just when he had searched thereafter and found nothing. There’s no wonder that as far as any life signs are concerned, there’s nothing that seems to be living. The wolf den is nearly over wrought with a feeling of abandonment.

Now Demon becomes nervous as to whether or not he may be simply wasting his time waiting around his wolf den. But no matter how long he waits or in whatever direction he looks, he wonders if just maybe he will get the chance to reunite with his loved one. And either way, his wolf father is the only loved one he happens to have left thanks to Jim Bridger, who had put an end to her life for something unveiling to him.

Then on the other hand, he feels that he doesn’t really have much time if he is to return back to the Ute Indian camp before Eagle Feather Ute Indian wakes up before the early morning sunrise. Furthermore Demon also feels that maybe for some uncanny reason he shouldn’t really be worried about what some Ute Indian trader says even though he has taken him in and brought him up like one of his own.

Nevertheless Demon decides to wait for at least a little while as he turns his head to the still waxing moon that will soon lead to a full one. And as the moon waxes along the days towards a full moon, Demon feels the need to howl at the moon as though moving on from his home once again was his destiny. Still he waits until he feels the time is up with is waiting around for his wolf father who may never show himself back at his wolf den.

In fact, the longer Demon waits with his patience on staying longer, the more and more he is certain that his wolf father will soon move on and forget about him completely. And that’s if his wolf father is even alive still out there somewhere. Nevertheless Demon continues to wait until more time lapses as the waxing moon flows towards the west.

Finally Demon begins to become angry about what has happened to his life and how he has lost his wolf parents: one to death, and one to a form of abandonment.”

Moments later, the anger begins to build up as he looks around and takes a walk back in to his wolf den for a lasting look. When he exits to the outside world once again, Demon’s thoughts turn back to the Civil War Quarters as he plots his nightly revenge before returning back to the Ute Indian campgrounds.

Next he takes another lasting look around and back at his wolf den as he wonders where else to look for his wolf father. There are a few places that his wolf mother would take him when he has first walking, although they are just out here in front behind some of the nearby trees. And he can see everything around him especially the close proximities of his younger days when he used to run around with his wolf mother.

After a few minute walk around for a final peek to see is anything perks up, Demon decides to leave all of a sudden thinking that maybe his wolf father is smarter than he actually thinks and visualizes. In his mind Demon thinks that his wolf father may have found his way back to the Civil War Quarters. Also he feels that for some reason his wolf father may be stalking the house in revenge for his own loses. Those losses being Demon himself and his wolf mother of course.

Anyways for any reason, Demon takes off as quick as he can feel that this is the best choice rather than waiting around here. Even though within his mind he knows that he has gone a great distance and that he has yet a great distance to head back down to the Civil War Quarters. Also while he tries to pick up the pace, Demon is nervous as to whether he has come too late in his travels to the Civil War Quarters searching for his wolf father.

Nevertheless he continues on mustering everything he has as though he really had to get there as soon as he possibly could without slowing down. It was as though he was a grey hound racing on a dog racing track trying to make first place, although there was no one pushing up alongside of him. He especially feels like he is running around a track in circles from here to there and the many of trips gets his blood really going. It’s almost like he was running a track which was longer than a quarter mile track all of the way around the entire Indian and Mound Fort region.

And no matter how far away his destination feels to him, Demon keeps on running as fast as he possibly can without any signs of slowing down the least bit. He pushes forward as though this was the last chance to ever have to hopefully reunite with his wolf father. While he runs he has doubts that come to mind that he may be too late to find his wolf father there or maybe he will get lucky for a change.

Yet in the back of his mind he knows his wolf father is a drifter and hunter who like to do nothing less than roam around and explore the boundaries of his habitat. This will also make it harder for him to find his wolf father. That is because he could be anywhere from the wolf den all of the way towards the mountains and hills around the Huntsville Fort or maybe down as far as Mound Fort.

Then there’s a chance that his wolf father could wander and move his home as far south as Captain James S. Brown’s Fort, although Demon doesn’t know all of these places except for seeing the Huntsville Fort when he was with the Indian band. Nevertheless Demon begins to see some terrain flow by as he darts on past the area down towards where his wolf mother was first brought and taken to by Jim Bridger.

From the very start all of the scenic landscapes begin to look as though it were yesterday still. In fact, Demon has come this way a many of times and much of it is becoming very memorable the more and more he travels between Ben Lomond and the Mound Fort area.

However the first time he had come this way he was only a wolf pup who was revenging and searching for his lost mother who had been taken. And now he is much older and still has those memories in his mind as he reaches closer and closer to the Mound Fort Civil War Quarters.

Moreover despite the peaceful relation deals that the Ute Indians have made with the Jim Bridger and the members of the Mound Fort Artillery Base, Demon doesn’t really seem to acknowledge any of those details as though he doesn’t even understand the language of such notions. And because of that matter he feels the need to withdraw from his being held back from the Civil War Quarters in order to seek out his revenge and grievances for his wolf mother.

Soon he creeps up in to the area, which is now known as the north part of Ogden, reaching the outskirts of the forsaken house that always lurks its thoughts in his mind. The closer he gets to the front of the Civil War Quarters, the more angry and alert he becomes wandering if there’s a chance that his wolf father may have followed his mother’s trace to the house just as he had a time before. As he reaches the nearby acres and fields in close proximity to the front yard, Demon slows down and begins glancing around for any activities at the current moment.

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