Three
The wind has picked up, and the further up
the mountain the men reach, the more resistance greets their increasingly cold
faces. Miller is the one leading them now. Captain Henreid has instructed him
to lead them to the small outpost he constructed along with Worhelm on their
run with Monroe. It takes them almost two hours to trek up there. The men are tired,
Pierce is injured, as is Wilts and Gilliam, though none of them dangerously so.
Nevertheless it takes time for them to reach the outpost.
When they do arrive, the sun tells it’s
close to noon, and the men grow disheartened when they lay eyes upon the
crudely erected structure. It is not very impressive. After some rest, Henreid
has the men resume the construction of a now larger cabin, one to shelter them
all. They only have their hatchets, though some of the men dropped it back at the
fort, and they have the two heavier axes that Worhelm and Miller left behind
the day before yesterday.Pierce and
Wilts are ordered to stay put and not strain themselves, and they act as lookouts
for potential attackers. Gilliam received several hard knocks in a bout down at
the fort, and he is put down next to the base of the cabin, close to the lit
fire Holloway has assembled. Gilliam is one of several men who suffer the worst
cases of undernourishment, and he is plagued with scurvy.
Over the course of the day, the men take
turns constructing the cabin, sharing the one hammer they have and being sparse
with nails. In the end, it doesn’t look like a good, sturdy piece of carpentry,
and it won’t keep that much of the cold out, but it’ll be shelter. For the men,
that was enough for now. Like before, the scenery around them turns still, and
besides themselves, they see no other sign of life. That night the men huddle
together for warmth around the fire they had moved inside the cabin, its smoke
escaping through a gap in the ceiling.
Another night like this was unacceptable.
They would all succumb to hypothermia by the morning. As such, the following
day Boyd and Holloway volunteer to trek back down the mountain and scout the
fort. The rest of the men stay in the cabin for most of the day, trying to
conjure life into their frozen limbs, fearing them dead. Captain Henreid and
Miller go out in search of any sign of Monroe. Miller returns soon after, and
Henreid after several hours. Wiggins and Aramayo take turns as lookouts.
Towards nightfall both Holloway and Boyd
return. Despite following what they thought was the same path they took during
their trek up the mountainside, they still got lost. Yet, they found and
inspected the fort and its surrounding areas and found nothing. No Apaches, no
signs of life. As if they just went away after the men sought out refuge in the
mountain. Even more noteworthy, is the fact that they found no bodies. Captain
Henreid makes the assumption that the Apache brings along their fallen brethren
after battle, and that is why they are gone. Not an unlikely scenario. Despite
this, he struggles to find a reason for why the bodies of Hawthorne, Worhelm
and Branson were apparently nowhere to be found either. Boyd explains that they
have no desire to return there, whether the Apaches are there or nearby or not.
He struggles to explain and the rest of the night he remains in thoughtful
silence except when prompted.
Holloway has salvaged and brought along,
with Boyd’s help naturally, a lot more tools, as much pelt as they could haul
up on the stretcher they have made earlier for Branson, more pouches of
gunpowder, a couple of rifles, a crude bow, and what food supplies they could
find. Dried jerky and the depraved remains of deer that should probably not be
consumed. And that is all.
Wiggins and Miller prepare a hot stew of
the meat, cutting up some of the dried jerky into small pieces to give it some
additional flavor to cover up the depravity. They all eat it in silence. With
an additional fire inside the cabin, and a bigger fire pit constructed right
outside the doorpost, the men again huddle together for warmth that night. The
hot meal, additional heat of the fires and most of all the pelts the two men brought
along help them survive the night. Nobody is awake to keep a lookout. The next
morning everyone is still alive and breathing and fatigue forced everyone into
a submission of sleep. Over the following days the cabin is reinforced and
expanded upon. The outpost grows, taking on life. Miller and Holloway go out
hunting, and Miller is thankful the conditions that were the norm before, still
applies. Scarcely minutes go by before they stumble upon wildlife. Holloway has
greater abilities with the rifle, and they are able to bring back two deer on
average on a hunt, sometimes a buck. More provisions are sorely needed to feed
all the men.
Days stretch into weeks, and Captain
Henreid sends his men on scouting patrols daily. Several times they trek down
to the fort, always somehow getting lost on the way, despite the fact that they
should know the route well by now. Every time the men get an eerie feeling of
being there, and they soon return up the mountainside. Gilliam dies a slow
death. When they can no longer take his moans of anguish, Wilts puts a knife in
his throat, ending his agony. Pierce has increasing bouts of uncontrollable
dread. Dread that stretches far beyond the threat of the apaches, and end with
the rising distrust in his companions. Captain Henreid loses the faith of the
men, and it doesn’t take long before his place of command has been lost, and he’s
just another man. Holloway and Boyd are more forward. They disappear for hours
on end during their hunts. Pierce fears they might one day not return. Aramayo
doesn’t talk.
A month has passed since they abandoned the
fort. It is early February. There are disagreements in the outpost: Wiggins,
Pierce, Aramayo and Miller thinks the weather will allow for safe passage out
of the pass at the foot of the mountain, and that they can prepare for a
journey across the plains where they will eventually find the great river. Wilts,
Boyd and Holloway do not believe this. They want to wait for early spring. Henreid
in unsure.
It leads to a violent confrontation. Boyd
threatens to kill Wiggins if he tries to undermine him, and Holloway gives
Aramayo a beating. In the ensuing chaos Henreid pulls a rifle on Holloway and
to his own surprise actually squeezes the trigger. It has no gunpowder and only
produces a click. The action nevertheless triggers an enraged response from
Holloway, and both Wilts and Pierce has to pull him back before he beats
Henreid to death. Wilts, Pierce and Miller manages to cool the situation, and
as night falls on the outpost the men all go to sleep in the cabin, though
there is a notable divide between them.
Three days later Pierce, Wiggins and
Aramayo leaves the encampment in the middle of the night. Only Miller is aware.
He has agreed to stay behind for now.
After they leave, the weather takes a turn
for the worse. Boyd is awoken to what almost amounts to a blizzard. He debates
going out after them, but believes he will perish in the tough conditions
himself. The howling wind gives life to the great emptiness around the cabin,
and it takes a while before the man falls back into sleep.
Four
The trio of men takes the north route,
instead of going down the mountainside and past the slopes, where the fort
lies. This takes them a ways further up the mountain, but eventually they will
have a clear cut path out of the pass and down the northern mountainside. They
have brought along what pelts they had and both Aramayo and Pierce have
fashioned warm pouches that contain boiled water out of water skins that Miller
has sewn for them. Their packs carry what sparse supplies they could bring,
among them one of the axes, flint, and one pot, while Pierce and Wiggins carry
their rifles slung over their shoulders. They have two gunpowder pouches each.
Night turns into day, and the day turns
into night again. The men are forced to take shelter in a cave they stumble
upon. A general confusion has lain down upon the men; they should have breached
the pass by now and their descent down the mountainside should have been
underway. Yet the pass keeps growing wider, and at times it contracts into
narrower and narrower paths, taking the men into valleys before they again
enter what looks to be the pass again.
Supplies have diminished into nothing, and neither
Pierce nor Wiggins are able to hunt anything. Aramayo has been hit with
fatigue, and he can barely support himself. A thick mist has covered the snowy
landscape, and Wiggins is unable to keep sight on where the mountain peak is.
They nevertheless keep walking for the remaining hours of daylight left.
Towards nightfall on the second day they can see light in the distance, guiding
them through the fog. When they have trudged closer to it through the now heavy
snow, they realize they have somehow returned to the cabin. The light is from
the large pit fire outside. Wiggins remarks how this is impossible. They have
marched in the direction of true north for a day and a half, and during the
last hours of this second day, they have done the impossible feat of getting turned
around enough and somehow stumbled upon the cabin they left behind. Pierce has
reached a breaking point; he does not want to return there, but he’s dying from
the cold, and Aramayo is unable to walk for himself. They have no other
options.
Approaching the cabin, they see it has
grown substantially, more so than one would think possible in the amount of
time that has passed. Someone has erected a pole in the middle of the outpost,
a skinned and twigged piece of wood buried into the ground. A figure is sitting
slumped against it, covered in snow. Wiggins walks up to it and brushes away a
layer of white. It is Captain Henreid. His throat has been cut; the oozing
blood frozen to his coat. A shudder ripples through the two men. Aramayo
appears unconscious.
Another building has been built at the edge
of the outpost. It is bigger than the cabin, and further beyond that, among the
trees, there’s a third structure, a smaller one. Wiggins carefully checks them
both out while Pierce sets Aramayo down by the cabin; the insides of which
looks empty.
The third building is a storehouse. Wiggins
can smell it before he can see properly. Creeping back to the bigger structure,
he listens intently to life on the inside, but he can hear nothing. He signals
for Pierce to approach him, and he gestures with his rifle. Pierce leaves
Aramayo behind and creeps towards Wiggins. Both outside the door, they check
their rifles and prepare to enter the lodge. Inside, they find the four
remaining men asleep on cots. Miller and Wilts awakes at the intrusion and
alerts Holloway and Boyd. A confrontation follows, but it goes about peacefully
and without violence. The three of them were presumed dead. Two weeks have gone
by. Yet the trio had only counted the sun set twice. Confusion settles deeper,
paranoia and hysteria creep upon the men. In the end they decide to sleep; the
trio of men need warmth and Aramayo desperately so. He is brought into the
lodge and put down by the fire. Neither of them speaks of Henreid, and when the
sun announces the break of morning outside, the weather is clear.
Aramayo is burning up. Extreme fever has
settled in him, and the men know he will not live. Holloway volunteers to end
it, and the others leave him to it, walking instead over to the smaller cabin
where they talk. Miller later stands in the doorway when he catches sight of
Holloway returning from the direction of the storehouse. Just as no questions
were asked concerning Henreid, no questions are uttered now. Yet Miller has repugnant
thoughts over what Holloway did to Aramayo’s remains.
Boyd and Holloway later attempt to reach
the fort again, following the slopes downwards. They want to scout it out once
more, before they begin a trek past it and over the plains to the great river.
Weather permitting; the cold season is on the verge of ending. Yet hours go by,
and when they should without doubt have reached it, they are still descending
the slopes. In fact it is not even in sight. Boyd makes the decision to turn
back, and Holloway sullenly accepts. Another hour passes, and despite keeping
their eyes up they suddenly catch sight of the fort above them, and the slopes
have grown wider than their usual narrowness. Holloway refuses to believe they
have simply passed it on their way down, but cannot wrap his head around what
has happened. Boyd leads them up into the fort, going through the broken down
main gate and into the courtyard of it. To their horror, bodies lay strewn
about the place, Apaches with bullet wounds protruding from their abdomens, and
their fellow comrades lying dead in their own pool of blood, axes and arrows
weighing them down. Both of the men are horrified, scared and shake as they
search the area, keeping a watchful eye and keen ears on anything of alarm. The
blood is fresh, and as Holloway kneels down to inspect the body of an Indian he’s
very sure he shot over a month ago, he catches sight of a rifle lying on the
frozen ground; it’s Wilts’ rifle, and a thin spiral of smoke still emits from
its chamber. He’s picked it up, but he drops it to the ground when he notices.
Inside one of the barracks, Boyd approaches
the bed where Branson lies. He’s still alive, yet not conscious. Boyd then
breaks down into barely audible cries interspersed with maniacal laughter;
tears are streaming down his cheeks.
Outside Holloway has run away, down the
slopes again, heading for the plains that brought them to this god-forsaken
mountain in the first place.
It
is nightfall when Boyd eventually emerges from the barracks. He has not laid a
hand on Branson, who still lays unconscious inside. After taking a deep breath
of the midnight air and pulling his coat protectively around himself, he walks
over to the body of Worhelm and picks up the rifle the dead man carried. He
proceeds to re-powder it and then shoulders it, where it joins the one he
brought with him from the outpost. Then, as the wind is picking up, he starts
making his way up the slopes again.
Six
Making good time, despite his initial urge
to not return to the outpost, Pierce is able to follow the bloody footprints
before they are covered up by the falling snow. Though the blood soon
dissipates from within the prints, the prints themselves remain, and he follows
them without pause, sometimes not even looking up to see where they lead him.
The weather has picked up over the course
of the night, and a full blown blizzard is making its presence known. Pierce’s
eyesight is failing him and the footprints are getting covered up with fresh
snow and it’s getting harder and harder to track them. As if his life depends
on it he begins to run, feverishly scanning for tracks in the snow. Then he
stops. The wind sprays flakes on his face, and he squints as he turns around
and around in circles, looking desperately around his surroundings. Just a
moment earlier he could have sworn he heard the distinct voice of Lieutenant
Monroe pleading for assistance. For now it is gone. He prefers it being the
wind playing tricks on him. As he sprints into a run again though, he can again
hear it, this time Monroe is screaming unintelligible words and grunts into what
feels like a direct route to Pierce’s ears. He decides not relent his sprint,
however; Monroe is dead. He’s already dropped the sack of canteens.
Immediately after this, he emerges from the
woods and the first thing he sees is the base of an unfinished cabin. Though he
knows within, he’s still not fully aware that he’s somehow dashed through the
forest after the footprints and now somehow emerged back to where he started
off from. Though, the outpost is not as it was. It looked exactly like it did
that night when Miller led them up from the fort to the small outpost they’d
established during their hunt with Lieutenant Monroe. Confused and bewildered,
Pierce walks the entire length of the tree-line towards the spot he’d found
Miller shot dead. To his surprise, Miller’s body is still lying there where he
left it. He kneels down and puts a hand on his neck, feeling the cold skin bite
against his hand.
Then, as he’s about to roll him over on his
stomach, a loud rolling bang erupts behind him, followed by an agonizing
scream. He instantly throws himself around, landing on his side, and he tries
to take cover behind the snowbanks. From where he lies he can see Wiggins has
been shot dead by Boyd, who is pacing back and forth before the large lodge
they’d built. The smaller cabin has replaced the unfinished structure that were
there moments before, and further down the tree-line the storehouse stands once
again. Trying to control his almost hyperventilated breathing, Pierce forces
his eyes shut and crouches his body down further behind the snowbank.
Then Boyd, who is now terrifyingly close to
Pierce, suddenly shouts Holloway’s name into the onslaught of wind rushing past
him. Then he’s off running, away from the outpost, possibly chasing something
he has seen.
Pierce doesn’t let go of the opportunity
and quickly gets to his feet and rushes back into the forest behind him, though
not before hastily flipping Miller over on his stomach and retrieving the knife
he has sheathed in a scabbard; it’s covered in what is presumably Wilts’ blood,
and its bone handle slips straight into Pierce’s hand and is pulled free as he
takes off running. The wind does not let up for the next two days.
Down at the foot of the mountain, the Apache
returns to the place where the fort should be erected into the mountain pass
like a flag, yet it is not there. Women
and children are with them as well. There is no wind, no blizzard, and in the
sky there are birds soaring. Slowly but surely the Apache men and woman
approach the entrance to the pass, where they lay down offerings of animals,
beautiful crowns of flower petals, and trinkets. None go any further.
Then they leave.
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