Book of Daniel Wolf 1

All my lifespan I had been a hunter and fisherman but the past times few long time I had not been able to follow my by times. Now that I am almost alone, who knows

I am seventy year old. I have had a full life but now ... I have buried my wife and my son and his wife and son. They were on the way home from my Grandson 's football biz when a semi tried to dodge a cervid and hit them straits on. The alone subsister was the trucker married woman who was asleep in the tie. My menage never knew what hit them. Only my Grand Daughter is left and she is in college, tomorrow she goes back and I will be alone.

I gave sweet acacia my married woman 's car, I had no pauperism for it and I still had my Pick-up. That 's all I would ever need. I wave as she backs out, middle still red from crying. She offered to quit college and to appease with me but I refused. She told me she would be back the adjacent long weekend or Holiday and she would call once a workweek

As I watched her perpetrate away it was like my centre strings were being tugged but I could n't let cassie make love. She needed to live her own life. Besides I was already planning a bivouacking trip. But before I left I would write a letter to Cassie ... I mean you never know ... this is the last testament and Testament of Daniel Wolf ....

That night while making my inclination of what I would take, I thought back to my youth. My wife, Mazie and I had grown up together. She was the typical girl adjacent threshold. We graduated high-pitched school, her near the top of the year and me near the bottom.

She had learning to college and we agreed she had to go. And me I received a letter that started out"Greetings"I did n't even acknowledge where Vietnam was but I soon learned. I was prosperous three eld and a chest full of decoration later I was home. When I left for the regular army I was 6'tall and weighed 165 pounds. And now over 50 old age later I am still 6'and weigh 200 # My wife always called me her burly bear. I have shoulder length pilus black streaked with Charles Grey. Not because I like long hair, just to lazy to get it cut.

Mazie met me at the airport and brought me, not home as I had expected, but to the heights schooltime gym. It was Homecoming night and they honored a few of us who had been to war. Great to subsist in a small town. I leaned over and kissed Mazie .... She smiled and said now you have to conjoin me. Three weeks later we tied the gnarl ....

In the service department was a pack that was always ready to go. It contained a small tent and a double dormancy bag. Bricks of ammunition. I carried a .30 cal side arm and a 30-30 rifle. I also had a home made rig, swivel Holster which held a sawed off 12 gauge with a homemade shooting iron grasp. To some of you this may look like over kill. But to me it was not. The rig and shotgun had been my Father of the Church. He told me one day I would demand it.

That day came, one day when I was deer hunting I walked upon a hazardous boar. I swiveled the shotgun and pulled the gun trigger a broad load of double ought jerk shot slammed into that pig. When he dropped it was to a lesser extent than 3 feet from my leg. I still shiver when I think about it.

I also had a break down fishing rod. When put together it was only 6'long but I had caught a lot Pisces on it. I also had a packet of 12 lures. The rest of the space was taken with cooking items including Coffee, hatful of Coffee. I would also be pulling a little cart, loaded with things I would demand. I expected a recollective stay. After all I had no ground to hurry home to an empty house.

It was a two day trek from where I would forget the truck till I arrived at my cabin along the river. My Dad and I had built the Cabin over 60 years ago. Every weekend we would haul in the things we would need then when we were set Dad took a two week Vacation and we built the Cabin. Later we even added melt urine. We had built a water wheel in a pool fed by a spring which flowed to the river. We piped it with pvc organ pipe and built a storage armored combat vehicle. We used a float valve and a divert-er. Which made the water flow straight to the river when not in use.

red cent everything drags up store, Dad had been gone for over twenty year and Mom was right behind him. Lots of memory of growing, fishing the river and hunting these woods and we were always improving the cabin.

The road I was on was an old logging road it was definitely 4-wheel campaign access. I went around a curved shape and saw the shed where we always left our vehicle. The lock chamber was still on it but there was a pine tree across the roof. I reached into the camper-shell and pulled out the small Chain saw I always carried. In a few minutes the pine tree was gone.

I took a few more minute of arc to cut up the tree and left it stacked. When I finished my camping trip I would have me a ready made stack of fire forest. As I thought about it I could have brought my ATV and I would have been at the cabin in about an hour. But no half the fun is the walk in.I surmisal you could say the communing with nature.

I prepared my pack the scabbard for the rifle was under my pack with the rifle stern with in easy reaching. I set up my tent and fixed a bit of supper and planned an early on scratch in the morning. I know it seems like a lot of affair to be packed in ... but still does n't match the mob a soldier carries every day.


Book of the Prophet Daniel Wolf 2


I awoke the next morning, having heard a noise I was n't expecting, the pop pop pop of an ATV engine. I smiled it was a friend, our local anaesthetic game and ballpark fire warden. My cabin was on a spike heel of soil that was surrounded by National Forest.
"Good break of the day Tom."
"well Dan did n't bear to see you up here already."
"knack on and I will get the fervidness going and make some coffee."

As I built the ardor and got the coffee going I told Tom It was just too lonely at place. And if I was going to be alone I might as well be doing something I enjoyed.

I poured us both a cup of black coffee and Tom agreed with me,"Well Dan how long you expect to be up here this time."
"Do n't know at least two hebdomad maybe longer."

"Keep a good sentry there has been a few pot growers in the forest lately, Raymond walked up on one of their encampment and they shot at him. Luckily they were lousy shots."Tom Chuckles.

We talked while we drank the coffee berry. Tom promised he would check the shed on function. He also agreed to check the Cabin if I was gone too long. Just in font I gave him Cassie 's cell number.

Tom headed farther into the wood and I packed up and began my trek to the cabin. As I walked I hunted. Before I was cook to make coterie I had killed three squirrels. Since I had failed to play my .22 my 30-30 was a bit large for squirell. So I used a fob my dad had taught me ... My rifle had a setting on it so I could draw a tighter beadwork and I would try to 'Bark'the squirell. This meant I would fire at the shoetree tree branch just under the squirrels head. If done right the bark would shatter and explode into the squirrels head. They were n't always killed but it knocked them out of the tree and they were stunned long enough you could get to them and knock them in the head..

I set up my tent and started my fire I cut me a few sticks to skewer my squirells and jest at them I ate two and saved the third one for breakfast. That night I hunkered down in my collapsible shelter as it began to rain down. It rained so hard I decided not to travel the next day. It quit raining about three that afternoon but the sky was so dark I ventured out of the collapsible shelter to pee and pretend umber since all the Sir Henry Joseph Wood was wet I used a can of Sterno to heat my coffee bean. For supper I had one of my MRE 's I was hoarding.

The future break of day I started on my way. Something did n't seem right I looked around and listened … there was not a auditory sensation in the woods. I checked my scattergun, when it got this quietly it usually meant an apex predator was on the prowl. That could be anything from a wild hog, bay lynx, puma, or maybe wolf or Bear or worse ... Man.

As I neared the clearing where I planed to tent I heard voices and then a woman 's scream. I ran into the clearing and spied three slovenly dressed men wrestling with a shortly woman wearing what looked like a hoodie. Her blouse was torn open and her breast were denudate. The men had a rope around the charwoman 's neck and were yanking her around.

I demanded they resign her, they seemed to speak English with a guttural speech pattern. But it was enough to understand they were telling me to mind my own line of work ... that and the big knife they each carried.They turned my way and since I did n't like to take a luck in harming the lady. I reached for my shooting iron which was on my left side rigged for a mark draw.

I pulled the pistol, which did n't seem to bother them at all. I thought Oh well ! I fired into the ground. When the sound of the shot ceased the three men were gone. I pulled my case knife and slit the rope from around her neck. I said,"If you wish you are free to go."

I pulled off my pack and began to set up my tent. She sat crisscross legged with her head teacher leaned forward I was ineffective to stimulate out any features at all. After setting up my collapsible shelter I built my campfire and began cooking the hare I had taken as I walked.

When the umber was ready I poured two loving cup. I handed one to her but she seemed to ignore me. I sat the cup by her knee joint. I noticed a slight tilt of her head I think she was watching me drink my coffee. After awhile a manus ventured out to drive the cup. With the robe she was wearing I still could not puddle out a affair about her.

I talked to her as if she was answering me I told her that she could join me in the collapsible shelter. I also told her she would have no trouble. I laughed and said that part of my anatomy has n't worked in 10 years..I soon realized I was wasting my time.

I stood up and entered my tent and layout my sleeping bag, slipped off my clothes and crawled inside. I watched for awhile till I went to sleep. Around midnight I awoke, I had a very strange tactile sensation, really I had two unknown feelings and a delicious odor. Humm maybe three strange feelings. I felt distaff wooden leg stroking up and down mine, I also was feeling fur .... what the Hell ... Fur ... The third gear strange look was something I had n't felt in over 10 yr. Not since my prostate Cancer the Crab ... I had a intemperate on. Then I felt something furry wrapped around my voiceless on.

I felt bounder sliding up and down my legs I realized the heels was walking my underclothing down my legs. That delightful odor was coming from inside my sleeping bag. I felt the furry thing that was wrapped around my 7"miracle and was drawing it toward that pleasant smell. The instant the head reached that marvellous slit and began to go into. The furry affair wrapped around my cock slithered off. I pushed as surd as I could and quickly bottomed out.

Instantly I found out I had a wildcat bouncing around my cock. I reached up and grasped a couplet of perfectly formed pap they were covered with a light coating of soft fur. It had been so longsighted since I had felt the velvet glove of a woman 's pussy grasping my peter. She began twisting and moving up and down and jerking sideways. It was more than I could stick out after all I had 10 years worth bottled up inside.

She exploded and I followed endorsement later. Even though I had not lost my hard she pulled off. She turned over and began to lick... beginning my human face then my cervix, my nipples, down my stomach money box she reached my pubic hair's-breadth. Then she switched ends and began to lick my legs when she reached my balls she gently pulled them into her back talk and sucked and licked them.

Then her natural language licked up and around the nous of my pecker. I felt a bit useless just laying there so I started stroking her ramification till I reached the center of her existence. I stroke along the out of doors then inserted 1 finger's breadth then two. It was delightful then she swirled her tongue around my cock and I exploded again. Truly there was not that much sleep gotten the rest of the night.

I woke the side by side morning with a pleasant furry body next to me. For the inaugural time her face was in opinion. She had the frail features of a very young adult female. Maybe 17 or so. She was sleeping with her mouth partly open and I observed a set of very sharp teeth. I was gladiola that she was n't mad at me last night.

Although her face was clear of hair the rest of her organic structure I could see was not. She was covered with a Christ Within coating of soft hair or fur. I also discovered the other thing that had caressed my cock was her hindquarters. While I was making these observance I had been stroking her eubstance and I could hear a diffuse purring emanating from her chest.

I looked at her brass and realized her eye were overt ... the green middle looking back at me ... I had seen them before ... on a Cat. She was smiling,"You Like ?"

I nodded my psyche and said,"Yes ... very much."“ What are you ?"

She smiled,"I am a Jessup Cat."

"... And what is a Jessup Cat ?"

She looked at me and began to address ...