SEVEN The wilderness lay twenty feet behind the trees and bushes ahead of Judson and me. A quilt of leaves, and petals, and branches spread across the forest, shading the worn dirt path. But with our Fisher Price walkie-talkies and boots with canyon-deep treads ready, we set out into the wild. The dangers of Black Widow Spiders, and Copperhead Snakes, or even Berniece Simon, the red-haired, freckle-girl never entered our minds. We were seven, and afraid of nothing. All work Copyright ©1998 by Dennis Cheatham This page last updated February 21, 1998 Have any comments or concerns? Write me at menace@ttu.edu Your input is always appreciated! |