Read by Tom Fria

The grizzly stared back at young Colter and gave a loud roar. Its roar echoed throughout the vast wilderness and the sound of the animal's fury made Colter's blood run cold. The young mountaineer had interrupted it from its grisly task of killing Fulton, but he wasn't sure if he had made it in time. Fulton was clearly in a bad way with blood pouring from his scalp, all over his face. And the young and inexperienced mountaineer had only his tomahawk to face down the nasty grizzly in front of him. It didn't look good for either man and Colter couldn't help but think about past events. His mind raced back to everything that brought him to this grim moment

Mode of access: World Wide Web