An outcast Sasquatch named Pooky had joined us. He had been living on his own for a long time, and he had been injured. His left foot was infected badly, and Leslie and I had to give him two rounds of antibiotics before he’d improved. He had never been with a woman before. One evening, Zelda and I deflowered the scraggly looking Bigfoot, who had enjoyed the encounter so much he took off howling into the woods. He howled for three hours straight, much to the amusement of the tribe.
Moving camp was always exhausting, and, now that I had Daisy, it was even more so. After the first week of hiking, I had lost every pound I had gained from the pregnancy. Mike and I took turns wearing the infant carrier. The apes loaded supplies and shelter items onto a creaky wagon, which bumped and toddled over ruts and rocks. We were an odd assortment of humans and apes, quietly ambling in single file, day after day, until sunset. The further north we went, the cooler it became, and the game seemed more plentiful. Bubba and Leonard had killed a deer, and we had eaten well for three days, although the meat had eventually gone bad. Zelda had dried large portions into jerky, which allowed us to consume it for some time.
That night at camp, I sat on Leonard’s lap, with Daisy in my arms. Mike, Pooky, and Rusty were playing a Sasquatch rock game, where opponents try to knock each other’s rocks out. It was a basic and silly game, but the apes seemed to love it. The rocks had become smooth and shiny from decades worth of use.
“You good, Porsche,” rasped Leonard.
“Thanks.”
I put Daisy over my shoulder to burp her. Leonard nudged her pudgy cheek with his nose, sniffing the infant. When he held her, she would grab his fur with her little hands. He would lick her face and get her to giggle and coo. After the children were put to bed, the tribe would partake in orgies, with drums in the background and the smell of cannabis in the air. I had taken a hit or two off Leonard’s pipe, enjoying the feeling of sedation. We truly were a hedonistic bunch, living for the pleasure of each other’s company, food, sex, and the beauty of nature.
Three mornings later, I was at the river rinsing out plates, when the distinctive smell of wood burning reached me. The wind seemed to be blowing in northerly direction, the gusts tossing the hair in my face, tangling the long locks. I dropped the wooden bowls and tin cups into my tote bag and headed for camp, where I knew immediately that something was wrong. The tents and shelters had been disassembled. Zelda paced back and forth with her Sasquatch in her arms.
“We gotta get out. There’s a fire.”
My stomach dropped. “Shit.”
“Mike got a call. It’s heading this way. We gotta get North and fast.”
“Isn’t that the direction it’s going?”
She shrugged. “It don’t matter. It’s everywhere. It’s in three different places and getting worse by the second.”
“I have to get Daisy.”
She was taking a nap with Lendal. I found them snuggled together in the makeshift shelter. His furry foot twitched, because he was in the middle of a dream. He was probably chasing chipmunks. Instead of waking them, I began to toss clothes and toys into bags. I was almost finished packing when I heard a commotion. I scrambled from the shelter. Dale poured a bucket of water over the fire, dousing the remaining flames. Grey smoke drifted upwards. We always made sure our fires were properly extinguished before moving camp.
“Porsche,” said Mike, who stood with Leonard. “There’s a nasty fire headed our way. We gotta get the hell out.”
“I know. I’m packed.”
“Good. We leave in five minutes.” He had a baseball cap on his head and the satellite phone in one hand.
“What did they say?”
“It’s zero percent contained and a 40 mile per hour wind. That’s not good.”
“Are they even trying to put it out?”
“Not yet.”
“Shit.”
Within ten minutes, I had Daisy in my infant carrier, sleeping, while I followed Zelda and Leslie, who carried their babies in similar fashion. Lendal and Bubba Jr. joined their fathers, the little apes trudging along happily, not realizing the danger we were in. Bubba Jr. had a long blade of grass in his mouth. The youngsters couldn’t grasp the significance of the impending disaster that seemed to grow with each step, the smell of burning wood lingering in the air.
We stopped for lunch, and I barely had time to eat, while I fed Daisy. No sooner had we sat down, then we were up again. The hike wasn’t leisurely or enjoyable, as each step was hurried and infused with a growing sense of fear.
As the sun began to set, a grayish haze filled the air, the thick plumes of smoke drifting overhead. “We gotta make camp near a water source,” said Mike. He had the phone pressed to his ear. He spoke to Dr. Haynes. “Yeah, I got ya. Shit.” He glanced at me, and I shivered. There was a look in his eye that spelled trouble. “I’ll see what I can do. East-northeast. Fine. Thanks, Connor.” He waved to me. “Follow me, guys. Are you all right, Porsche?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
I was eternally grateful that Mike was with us and that we had communication with the outside world, especially right now when we needed it desperately. They knew our position, and they could guide us to safety. However, the wind had picked up, and the smell of burning wood was even more pronounced now. All the Sasquatches had their hair standing on end, clearly upset by this turn of events. We weren’t the only tribe in these woods, and I wondered how the others were faring?
There were flames up ahead, which was shocking. Panic had kicked my heart rate into high gear. “Mike!”
“Fucking shit! This way! We gotta get to that river!”
Lendal and Bubba Jr. bounded forward, realizing that we were in trouble. Leslie, Zelda, and I hurried. Leslie’s Sasquatch had begun to cry, his wheezing little shrieks filling the air. Daisy, not liking the jerky movements of the infant carrier, began to cry as well. Leonard pushed the cart; his ragged breathing was an indication of how hard he worked.
“Leave it!” I shouted. “Leonard! We don’t need it!”
“Gggrrooaaarrrr…!” He dropped the handles and grabbed my hand, taking me with him.
We burst through the trees, fleeing for water, as an enormous pine tree caught fire like a Roman candle, sending up fifty-foot bursts of flame. The trees next to it soon lit up as well. The crackling, rumbling roar of the approaching storm filled me with a sense of dread. Fear, like I had never known before, gripped me. We could all die today, if we didn’t get into the water, and, even then, it would be a miracle if we made it.
“”Get in the water!” shouted Mike. “Porsche?”
“I’m here!”
The visibility had reduced substantially; pungent grey smoke irritated my eyes and burned my lungs. I had to get a cloth over Daisy’s face soon, but I was too busy running, stumbling over rocks and underbrush. The Sasquatches waded into the river, their growls of displeasure mixing with the roar of the fire, which took one tree after another in a wave of destruction. Holy shit! This is happening too fast!
Mike had the satellite phone to his ear. “We need help NOW! We’re gonna fucking die out here!”
The sound of a helicopter in the distance caught my attention, and, as I stepped into the freezing water, I took off the infant carrier and grabbed Daisy, shoving her under my t-shirt. Her crying was a high-pitched wail, and, once her mouth connected with a nipple, she hushed immediately. I was covered in bits of ash, my arms and legs smeared grey. Leslie waded over to me, holding her baby.
“Jesus Christ. We barely made it.” Leslie’s face was smudged with streaks of ash.
“This is bad. It’s really, really bad.”
“All our shit just burned up. The tents, the bedding, toys, everything!”
“We can get Dr. Haynes to parachute more supplies down. Don’t worry about that.” The trees on the other side of the river caught fire, the sound of popping and cracking resounding. The heat of the inferno was palpable, as the blaze seemed to increase in intensity. “We’re so screwed.�
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Mike waded over to me. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah.”
“They’re sending help. They know where we are.”
No sooner had he said that than the sound of a helicopter registered. “How are they gonna help?” I shouted above the din.
“I think fire retardant or water. I don’t know.”
The apes stood waist deep, their shiny black eyes flashing. Rusty and Dale had gone up the embankment, which I thought was weird. “Guys! Come back!” Maybe the helicopter had spooked them. “Guys!” An enormous boom went off, followed by a splintering sound, as a charred tree suddenly tilted, falling rapidly. “Oh, my God!”
“Watch out!” shouted Mike. “Timber!”
The tree toppled towards us, knocking two other trees out of the way, and they also began to fall. Mike grabbed me, pulling me with him. Leslie and Zelda were close, their Sasquatches having dragged them to safety. An ear splitting scream sounded, and, just as the helicopter overhead emptied its payload, the tree landed on Rusty, pinning him instantly.
“Rusty!” I cried. “No!”
Thousands of liters of water poured from the heavens like an enormous bucket being dumped out. The trees on one side of the river were doused with fluid, their fires sputtering, producing tufts of grey smoke and little flame. The plane flew away, presumably to obtain more water. Daisy cried, because her feeding had been rudely interrupted.
“Lendal! Where’s Lendal?” Panic set in, and I spun around, trying to peer though the haze of smoke and ash. “Lendal?”
“I’m here, mamma,” came a little voice behind me.
“Oh, thank God. Where’s Bubba Jr.?”
“Here. Me scared, Porsche.”
“Honey, we all are.” Leonard and Bubba and the rest of the Bigfoots stood around Rusty; the ape was immobile beneath the rubble of the tree. Their expressions were grim. It looked like Dale was crying. Fire blazed behind them, and I worried that something else would fall on us.
Mike had the satellite phone to his ear. “Yeah, that helped, but we’re still fucked. We’re blocked on all sides.” He paused to listen, and then said, “That’s great. Thanks. I appreciate it, guys.” He glanced at me after he had hung up. “More water’s coming.”
We stood in the freezing river, which felt refreshing considering how hot the air around us was. “Poor Rusty.”
“I don’t think he’s gonna make it. He bore the brunt of that tree.”
“I know.” Tears were in my eyes. “Do you think we’ll be okay?”
“We’re safe for the moment, but that could change. The wind’s taken it somewhere else, but it could rebound.”
I hugged him. “I’m so glad you’re here. We should all be dead. That happened so fast.”
“Gggrrrooaarrr…!” cried Leonard, his voice sounding grief-stricken and agonized.
“Rrrroooaaarrrr…!
Dale and Bubba joined him, as well as Pooky and several other apes. It was like a pack of wolves howling, but they weren’t celebrating a kill. They were grieving the death of a loved one.
Chapter Seven
Before Rusty had been buried, the helicopter arrived to dump several payloads worth of water on us. Mercifully, the wind blew in a westerly direction, bringing the fire elsewhere. We hiked for days, sometimes wandering through damaged forests, where all that remained were blackened sticks and nothing else. We had lost most of our things, and sleeping was an unpleasant experience, usually with me lying between Dale and Leonard, trying to get comfortable on the hard ground.
I was starving as well. The apes caught fish, but without logs and branches to burn, we had to eat it raw. I was getting used to it, and it filled my belly, but I still starved. The baby weight fell off me, and I was beginning to look even thinner than ever, which was worrying. We struggled to find forest that had not been decimated by fire. The inferno still raged to the south, so we continued to move in a northerly direction.
On the sixth day of our exodus, we began to see green again, the looming trees in the distance, rising like the phoenix from the ashes. I was so excited; I jumped up and down, waking Daisy, who had been sleeping in the infant carrier.
“Oh, thank God!”
“That’s good news,” said Leslie. Her forehead had a streak of ash across it.
All of our clothing was filthy. Our socks and shoes were black, and my blonde hair looked greyish. I hadn’t bathed properly in days and neither had the Bigfoots, their pungent body odor grew worse by the hour. We had gone so far north, the apes were unfamiliar with this territory, and it was always a concern that we were stumbling upon a rival tribe’s land. Plenty of sniffing happened, the creatures lifting their noses to ascertain the scents of man and animal. Satisfied that we were the only inhabitants in the area, we found a small clearing near a stream to make camp. It was a relief to be surrounded by lush greenness instead of a barren, moonlike topography.
That evening, we assembled a robust fire with plenty of logs and branches. Mike and I found berries, mushrooms, and late in the season asparagus. Everyone helped in the food gathering and the meal preparation. Leonard, Bubba, and Dale had gone fishing, snatching several enormous bull trout. Leslie had prepared dandelion tea, which would help with the constipation some of the Sasquatches suffered due to the change in their diets over the last week.
We ate and drank, enjoying the easy, relaxing evening, although the smell of smoke lingered from a distant blaze. Mike had been in contact with Dr. Haynes, and we were safe for now, the winds having shifted. They expected rain tomorrow, and I prayed this helped the fire fighters gain the upper hand in their battle.
“Sit with me,” said Mike.
I had already put Daisy down. “Please tell me supplies are coming soon.”
“They are.”
“Thank God.”
“Sit here.” He patted the spot between his thighs. “Use me as a chair.”
“It’ll hurt your back.”
“No.” I scooted closer, leaning against him. His arms went around me. “I think we’ve made it through the worst, honey.”
“I hope so. I’m tired of walking.” My legs felt like steel. I had sinewy muscles in places I didn’t know existed. “I need a bath so bad.”
“We all do.”
“I’ve never been so dirty.”
“I’m heading for the stream after dinner.”
“Me too. I don’t care how cold it is.”
Leslie and Bubba shared fish, feeding it to one another. I thought that was adorable. The old ape grunted his approval, his shiny black eyes gleaming. The atmosphere was festive; the tension of the last week had begun to fade. Once the supplies were dropped, we would be far more comfortable.
“When are you going back?”
“In a couple of weeks.”
“That’s longer than I thought.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?”
I turned to look at him, finding him smiling. “No.”
“I hope not.” He kissed my ear, whispering, “I’m so horny. Walking behind you, and seeing that pretty ass shaking, is driving me nuts.”
“I see,” I giggled.
“I don’t think I’m the only one. The natives are all restless, wanting sex.”
“It’s been days.” One of the Sasquatches had returned from a fact-finding mission. He spoke with Leonard, grunting and hand gesturing in their ancient and bizarre language, which I now understood.
“What’s he saying?”
“He found a hot spring. It’s a little walk, but close enough.”
“I should’ve known,” he chuckled. “They always find a way to get a bath.”
“Thank God.”
Zelda stayed behind to watch over the little ones. Pooky would take her later to bathe. Mike and I followed Bubba and Leslie and the rest of the Bigfoots to the natural hot spring. Lendal and Bubba Jr. raced ahead, grunting happily. There was pine in the air with a hint of burning wood from the distant fire. The moon glowed over us, a si
lent witness to our tribal habits and customs. The trek was longer than I expected, and, by the time we had arrived, I was grateful to sit, using a rock for a chair. The water was shallow and not ideal, but I would make the best of it.
Leslie and I sat in about two feet of water and scrubbed clean. I rinsed my hair thoroughly, the smell of wet ash lingering. I had layers of ash on me; my pores were completely clogged. If I thought I was filthy, that was nothing compared to the Sasquatches. By the time they had rinsed off, bits and pieces of debris floated in the water. Leonard shook himself out like a dog after a bath, the water flying around him. Lendal and Bubba Jr. continued to play in the heated pool, although it was too shallow to swim in.
“Come on, squirts. Get out now.” I had my filthy dress on, but it couldn’t be helped. Leslie and I would wash clothes tomorrow. The others had gone on ahead, leaving Dale and Mike, who waited for the youngsters to get out.
Dale grunted, impatient to get back. “Grrrr…”
Lendal stomped through the water; his fur was dripping wet. “Whooaarrr…” His voice was high-pitched and not at all fierce sounding, but he had tried. He shook himself out, flinging water everywhere, just like he saw his father doing. Bubba Jr. joined him.
Mike took my hand, bringing it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “I wonder what’s on the agenda, now that we’re all clean?”
I shrugged. “You know those Sasquatches. Right after food and bathing is…”
“Sex?”
“Oh, yeah,” I giggled. There were no animal pelts for comfort, but I’m sure the apes would improvise. By the time we arrived at camp, Leslie had both Bubba and Leonard’s cocks in her hands, working each in turn. “Like I said. It’s just another campfire orgy. Welcome to Sasquatch Living.”
“I can just see the magazine cover in a grocery store. Two Bigfoots bangin’ a white chick. Fun.”
“Well, that would be accurate.”
“So, how was it?” asked Zelda.
“It was shallow, but fine. How’s Daisy?”
“Sleeping. I’m gonna see if Pooky will take me. I gotta wash off.” She headed in his direction.
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