He sat there lookin’ out the windshield, manuverin’ his jeep when he casually commented, “My folks tell me there have been bears at the cabin.”
He spoke so casually, I assumed he meant there had been bears seen in the woods around the mountain house. That ain’t unheard of as there are black bears all over the hills dependin’ on the time of year. As we pulled down the tiny one-and-a-half lane road to the cabin, Lukus added, “When we get out, don’t go out on the deck until we make sure there aren’t any bears.”
Now I was feelin’ a mite concerned. It’s one thing to have critters wanderin’ around the woods. After all, that’s their home, so they have the right. It’s another thing for them to move in and kick back on the same deck we use to contemplate the mysteries of life.
Lukus kept on talkin’. “My folks said they cleaned up a lot of bear scat this morning, so they know the bears were up here last night. My dad said we should probably avoid the deck at night.”
Now, this had me even more concerned on account of us arriving just after dark. “Do you reckon it’s safe to be here tonight?”
Lukus grew up in these hills, and he’s one of the calmest men I know. That’s one of the reasons we’re so close, but sometimes he can be a mite too lackadaisical. He smiled and told me, “Don’t worry, Lucius. I doubt they’re around here. If there was a problem, my dad would have told me.”
I couldn’t shake the thought that his daddy did tell him there was a problem.
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