The Abduction of Abbie Brown

By Tuklo Nashoba

Abby Brown is abducted by a Bigfoot who is tracked and caught by a tracker with dark government connections.

• Language: English
• Publisher: NewsHooks2NewsBooks
• Release date: Jun 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476238593

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The Abduction of Abbie Brown

By Tuklo Nashoba

Copyright 2012 Tuklo Nashoba

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Published by Newshooks 2 Newsbooks

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DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to the late Nathan Sixkiller, my late friend and brother Claude Williams, and my great great grandfather NintaLoosa.

Table of Contents

Preface

Chapter 1 The Abduction of Abbie Brown

Chapter 2 The Game is Afoot

Chapter 3 The Beginning of a Reckoning

Chapter 4 Dancing With the Devil on a Moonlit Night

Chapter 5 Mom, This Game Ain’t Funny Anymore

Chapter 6 All in the Family

Chapter 7 Some Wounds Just Will Not Heal

Chapter 8 Sasha Gets Even

Chapter 9 The Real Predator

Chapter 10 the End Game

Preface

There is a very simple fact that escapes most of the population of our nation. Every year, there are thousands of people, who simply disappear, from our wilderness areas, parks, and farms. People just vanish as if they ceased to exist. Roughly, 72 % of our land in the lower 48 states is not in use. What I mean by not in use is simple, vast expanses of forests, swamps, and desert. To get a really good picture of what I am saying, go to a topographic service on the internet, and get a satellite view of our nation.

A photo from space, taken at night, will impress you. You will see lots, and lots, of lights along the east, and west coasts. You will see many lights in strings, or clumps, throughout the center, north and south. But, what I want you to pay attention to, are the large dark areas that are unlit. Nearly every porch light will show up, in a night photo, from space. You will see many that are single, or just a few in an area. Next, notice all the dark areas around those lights and I think you will get the point.

Most areas have had at least one unaccounted for disappearance.

The police will usually make a cursory search and, when no real clue is evident; they will go out and, many times, find a trail.

Sometimes the victim is found alive.

Finding a dead victim is usually the result of a violent crime.

Sometimes the tracking dogs will hit on a trail and then not pursue the spoor.

When this happens, the handlers in the know realize they have hit on spoor left by what many call a Sasquatch or Bigfoot. Legends abound, within Native American tribes, about the Boss of the Woods. This book is taken from actual case files. The names have been changed and I have exercised much artistic freedom but many of the events actually happened.

I sincerely hope you enjoy the book as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Tuklo Nashoba

Prologue

The sky was so blue that it nearly defied description.

Not a cloud to be seen.

Not one.

He lay on his stomach, overlooking a clear stream as it wound its way downward toward the nearby river bottom.

Tracking the creature this far had taken four days.

Four days of sleep deprivation.

The creature was far too dangerous to take even a moments rest.

It came out of hiding, carrying the woman it had taken.

The only two living things the tracker had ever killed were men, and beasts that had much in common with men.

The beast was probably eight feet tall. Due to the compression depth of his tracks, he was most likely weighed four hundred pounds. It appeared that the woman had been dead, long enough, for rigor mortis to set in, and then diminish. The tracker watched the monster and its prize through his spotting telescope and saw where the beast had been eating on the corpse.

Two days previous, the tracker found where the beast had raped the woman over and over. Pools of bloody semen were splattered on the ground. Though the rape took place two days before, he found the spoor because the insects had not finished consuming the body fluids.

The shot would be difficult to make.

Downhill.

High wind.

And the target kept moving.

BOOM! The kill shot missed because the beast moved a fraction of an inch. Instead of blowing a hole through the beast’s head, the bullet knocked off the tip of the sagital crest, which topped most of their heads. The impact caused the beast to drop his prey and slam into the pine tree to his right. The beast bounced off the tree, dropped to all fours, and ran into the dark woods. The tracker made his way down to the corpse. Ever vigilant, more time was spent watching the tree line than paying attention to the dead woman lying on the forest floor.

Once he made it to the corpse, he used his satellite phone to call the retrieval helicopter. What seemed like an eternity was actually only twenty minutes. An orange smoke flare marked the landing area nestled against the creek.

The partially consumed corpse was quickly loaded into a black smell-proof body bag. The senior retrieval crewman walked over to the tracker and asked, You going after the monster that did this?

Yes, I am, he nodded, I need the corpse gone through but the hardest part of this hunt is just getting started."

Be careful Jethro.

I will Lyle.

Proceeding into the thick undergrowth was harder than he thought. The briar in these piney woods was out of place. Normally, briar grew in the southern states, not in the deeply shaded forests of the Pacific Northwest. Another anomaly that bothered the tracker was a Barred Owl sitting in a nearby pine, watching his progress. When he crossed the path the beast had taken, the owl sounded off. The Barred Owl usually makes a classic call that sounds like Who Cooks for You.

This particular owl made a sound similar to a Gibbon screeching a warning.

He was not worried about the owl actually warning the beast he was tracking because the beast was leaving a trail a blind man could follow.

The creature could normally be tracked by smell, like the rest of its species.

This particular beast had a problem that would almost be laughable, except the horrible death was causing it.

The woman-eating, bipedal, human-appearing beast had a bad case of flatulence. Evidently, eating the woman disagreed with him.

The trail was easy to follow and the spoor pronounced, but the tracker had learned early in his career to never follow that because it was left by the prey.

Never follow the spoor and never walk on the prey's trail. Many times in the past, trackers he had previously hired had been ambushed, injured, and, on two separate occasions, killed by those they were tracking.

The Barred Owl was actually flitting from tree to tree behind him, alerting the beast he was tracking. Looking up at the owl, he shifted a portion of his own spirit into the owl. The owl briefly fought the intruder then, suddenly, there were three entities inside the bird. The beast quickly departed from the owl after the tracker made it known he was going to kill him. After the two interlopers left the owl, it did what Barred Owls have been doing since Creation; he flew away to his daytime hideout.

The creature he was following developed an additional signal for the tracker to follow.

Diarrhea.

The flatulence, blood droplets, and feces made it impossible for the creature to hide. After four hours of hard progress, Jethro Amos found his quarry trying to hide under an overgrown salt cedar tree.

Though the creature was hidden from the visual spectrum