The Badger War
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Hiding nearby, investigative reporter Alexander Henry trains his camera on The Rooster.
Suddenly, a massive cloud of leaves and debris swarms over The Rooster. The startled bear runs away from the commotion, directly towards Alexander Henrys hide.
Despite his fear that The Rooster may have discovered him, Mr. Henry decides that encountering the frightened bear is a bigger threat and bolts away. As he jumps a fallen log, a searing pain shoots down his leg.
Someone has shot the reporter with a tranquilizer dart.
When the drug wears off, Mr. Henry finds himself a captive in an underground cell. But why would anyone want to hold him prisoner?
In answer, a Jacobs slot on the solid prison door opens, and in waddles a badger.
The baffled and alarmed reporter now wonders, Why would they stick a live badger in a prison cell with me?
So he holds out his hands in a non-threatening manner, and attempts to befriend the badger. There there. Good girl. Nice badger. I will not hurt you.
The badger rises up on her hind legs, eyes the man curiously, and places her paws on her hips. Mr. Henry, the badger replies. We should be making those same assurances to you.
Scott W. Guttormson
Benjamin Franklin personifies the American ideal. He was an inventor, a publisher, an author, an entrepreneur, a scientist, and a philosopher. And most importantly, he was a self-made man. Having brilliant and independent pre-teens in the house, I was inspired to imagine what a teenage Benjamin Franklin must have been like. Thus the Cardboard Box Children series was born. Drawing on research into Benjamin Franklins life, I introduced teenage Ben to my kids in the same historical context. From there, the story naturally and organically grew. This is meant to be a fun, inspiring summer read, perfect for a few hours on the beach or during a short flight. For those familiar with Benjamins life and colonial Boston, the story is riddled with historical references and foreshadowing of things to come in the great philosophers life. Most of the story was written during travels between Japan, Papua New Guinea, and Australia, during an expat assignment, to fill the void of missing my family and to try to capture the emerging personalities of my wonderful children.
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The Badger War - Scott W. Guttormson
Copyright 2013 Scott W. Guttormson.
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This is dedicated to all of the four-legged friends that I have ever known,
to my brother Brett for proofing an early draft and providing key advice that has made a vast improvement to the story,
and to Gary Ash who asked to read the manuscript many many years after it had been lost in a drawer, which inspired me to have the work published.
OACC
FOREWORD BY THE EDITOR
W hen I first got the telephone call, I could not believe my good fortune. One of the most famous men in the world had personally just asked me to visit him. This is a man that no one had even seen in 25 years. This is a man who has never even given an interview. And this man had just asked me to intervie w him!
He claims that he feels that the revolution had stalled. And at the end of his time, his story could inspire a new generation.
So I was to interview the great man before the final ravages of time spread him too thin.
Imagine my bewilderment and frustration when I reach his secluded cabin and no one answers my knock.
Naturally, filled with anticipation and curiosity, I check the door, and find it unlocked.
On the far side of the cabin, a Victorian highback chair faces a smoldering fireplace. From behind, all that is visible of Alexander Henry is his left arm resting akimbo on the armrest of the chair. Alexander Henry, War Scribe for the Badger Conflict. When I move around the chair, I am confronted with an unexpected sight. Startling.
Mr. Henry’s attention is fixed on the dying fire before him. His eyes are glazed. I examine this man who had spent his life embroiled in one of the most encompassing revolutions in Earth’s history. The famous blue-steel Colt that fired the last shot of the war sits in his lap, cradled in his hands. I am immediately beset by bewildering feelings—from devotion to sadness to loss to pride to conviction to excitement.
I was to interview the great man. He said that the ravages of time had caught him and he wanted to spend his last days reminiscing and finalizing his record. Finally telling his story. Alas, that we had that chance.
At the War Scribe’s side, upon a small end table, is a manuscript; the journal of his experience. The Scribe wanted to have his story published. In the interest of brevity, I have edited the baser elements from the journal. What follows is the abridged manuscript, as laid before me, by the great scribe.
Scott Guttormson
Editor, The Badger War
The Journal of
Alexander Henry, M.C.C., O.B.
M.C.C = Mustelidae Coalition Corps
O.B. = Order of the Blackguard
HENRY’S INTRODUCTION
45229.pngS omehow, lost in the speeches and the ceremonies and the politics and the trials, I never published my journal. So, I have endeavored to complete this work to tell my story.
The character studies that diffuse my actual journal have been included to help the reader identify more closely with the characters. These studies are indicated by the subtitle BADGERS AT PLAY.
These studies are all based on fact and have been constructed from stories told to me by various parties throughout the campaign. I would especially like to thank Brata’s son, Rigger, for providing many of the filler details required to more accurately record these stories. Rigger and I spent many nights together after the war, reminiscing and exchanging ideas. I saw much of his father in Rigger, and was proud to see him become as wise a leader as Brata. So holding no misconception that the reader cares about my personal life or feelings, I will commence the work.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Part I THE DART FLEW AND STRUCK THE MAN
Chapter 1 HERE COMES THE FLOOD
Chapter 2 PRISON
Chapter 3 IN THE PRISON CELL, HENRY MEETS HOOD
Chapter 4 HISTORY LESSON: DESCRIPTION OF AMERICAN BADGER
Chapter 5 BADGERS AT PLAY: YOUNG BADGERS FLEE FROM DEN
Chapter 6 BADGERS AT PLAY: THE BADGERS’ FLIGHT REVISITED
Chapter 7 HOOD RETURNS AND GIVES FIRST LECTURE
Chapter 8 THAT NIGHT I DREAM
Chapter 9 BADGERS AT PLAY: EXPLORE OTTER POND
Chapter 10 INTRODUCTION OF HENRY TO A WOLVERINE
Chapter 11 HOOD GRANTS TOUR OF VAULT
Chapter 12 UNFRIENDLY EYES
Chapter 13 VAULT
Chapter 14 THE SKUNK IN THE VAULT
Chapter 15 BADGERS AT PLAY: SUNSHINE IN SEWARD’S GLEN
Chapter 16 HOOD GIVES TOUR OF ROOTED TUNNEL CLASSROOM
Chapter 17 HISTORY LESSON: DESCRIPTION OF THE AMERICAN BADGER DEN
Chapter 18 BADGERS AT PLAY: WOLVER, DUKE, AND THE DENMAKERS
Part II ALEXANDER HENRY WANDERS THE TUNNEL
Chapter 19 HENRY STUMBLES ON SPEECH BY HEAD-FISHER
Chapter 20 THE MARCH FORESHADOWED IN THE CLOUDS
Chapter 21 BADGERS AT PLAY: SUNSHINE AND WILLOW TALK IN SEWARD’S GLEN
Chapter 22 HISTORY LESSON: DESCRIPTION OF FUR
Chapter 23 HOOD INTRODUCES HENRY TO THING-IN-ITSELF
Chapter 24 THING-IN-ITSELF DISCUSSES THE BIRTH OF TURTLE
Chapter 25 BADGERS AT PLAY: YOUTHFUL RIVALS
Chapter 26 THE CHARACTERS
Chapter 27 HISTORY LESSON: SCIENTIFIC FAMILY MUSTELIDAE
Chapter 28 DINNER PARTY WITH HOOD
Chapter 29 BADGERS AT PLAY: PUCK AND WILLOW
Chapter 30 BADGERS AT PLAY: HARE BROTHER COLLECTS THE BADGER CUBS
Chapter 31 BADGERS AT PLAY: A MEALTIME STORY
Chapter 32 ROOTED TUNNEL EXPLORED
Chapter 33 HENRY RETURNS TO MEET LISP IN HIS ROOM
Chapter 34 ROOTED TUNNEL AGES
Chapter 35 BADGERS AT PLAY: THE TRIP TO THE TUNNEL
Chapter 36 BADGERS AT PLAY: ARRIVAL OF TRU’S TROOP
Chapter 37 BADGERS AT PLAY: HARE BROTHER TEACHES SELF-DEFENSE
Part III THE PLANS SOLIDIFY
Chapter 38 THE BLACKGUARD LEGACY
Chapter 39 HEAD COUNCIL MEETING TO DISCUSS STRATEGIES
Chapter 40 SPLINTER MAKES DEMANDS AT HEAD COUNCIL MEETING
Chapter 41 THING-IN-ITSELF DISCUSSES HOW HUMAN STEALS MOTION GIFT
Chapter 42 STRIPE JAWTOOTH TAKES HENRY ON NIGHTLY FOOD HUNT
Chapter 43 THE HUNT
Chapter 44 THE GAME
Chapter 45 AUTHOR HENRY’S REFLECTION ON ANIMAL PROGRESS
Chapter 46 THE GREAT PROVIDER
Chapter 47 HOOD GRANTS TOUR OF INFIRMARY
Chapter 48 HELTI CONFESSES
Chapter 49 LITTLE BIT AND FRI MARRIAGE
Chapter 50 DINNER WITH LITTLE BIT AND FRI
Chapter 51 BADGERS AT PLAY: TRU AND LITTLE BIT ADVENTURES
Chapter 52 THE AGE OF CARRION
Chapter 53 THE RISE OF THE THIRD
Part IV This Is My Land
Chapter 54 SPLINTER DECLARES WAR
Chapter 55 HEAD COUNCIL DISCUSSES PREPARATIONS
Chapter 56 THE NEXT MORNING
Chapter 57 THAT NIGHT’S HEAD COUNCIL MEETING
Chapter 58 SAMMI SPEAKS
Chapter 59 THING-IN-ITSELF’S FINAL VISIT
Chapter 60 THE FINAL MORNING IN ROOTED TUNNEL
Chapter 61 THIRD COUNCIL MEETING UNDER NEWLY-TITLED HEAD-FISHER
Chapter 62 LEAVE THAT NIGHT
Chapter 63 CAMP
Chapter 64 WHAT ABOUT ME
Chapter 65 AND I DREAMED
Chapter 66 WHELM THE CITY
Chapter 67 TRU RALLIES THE TROOPS
Chapter 68 RESISTANCE ON A HILLTOP
Chapter 69 SPLINTER’S CURSE
Chapter 70 WAR
Chapter 71 NIGHT, AND REFLECTION ON SPLINTER’S PROGRESS
Chapter 72 VIEW OF WAR FROM THE EAST
Chapter 73 THE EXPOSURE
Chapter 74 SPLINTER’S CHARGE
Chapter 75 DISPATCH THE HUMAN
Chapter 76 WHITE FLAG
Chapter 77 MARTYR
Chapter 78 THUMB
Chapter 79 LAST SHOT OF THE WAR
Chapter 80 THE GREAT WHITE SPIRIT BEAR
Chapter 81 NIGHT REFLECTION
Chapter 82 THING-IN-ITSELF’S LAST LESSON-IMPANATION
Chapter 83 TRIBUTE TO THE FIRE-STARTERS
PART I
image%201.tifThe Dart Flew And Struck The Man
The dart flew and struck the man. The man yelped and dropped to his knees; turned and stared at the dart. The dart that had engaged him with that sole dart purpose. That sole purpose fulfilled now that the dart had sent its load coursing into the man’s blood. The projectile had delivered its load. The dart flew and dropped the man.
Chapter 1
HERE COMES THE FLOOD
45238.pngI n the woods of Nebraska, during the transformation from summer to autumn, a rifle barrel sticks out from a camouflaged blind. The cross hairs of the rifle are fixed on a female bear. The bear is wearing a curious red c ollar.
She is feeding to the north of the blind, which is cloaked in netting and camouflage. A secretive smile slithers across the rifleman’s face.
I am shrouded similarly in a ghimli suit, recording the hunter’s expression with a digital camera from a vantage point 100 meters to the northeast of the man. I had been tracking the black market trade for bear, and my work had led me here.
An investigative lead had identified Park Ranger Shelby Reeves as a person of interest. During surveillance, I witnessed an unknown man give Ms. Reeves an envelope. Ms. Reeves then presented the man with a state map highlighted with red circles and numbers.
The mysterious man would later be found to be the international exotic animal trafficker known as The Rooster.
After the exchange, the Rooster’s next stop was at an Army Navy surplus store, where he purchased camouflaged hunting fatigues and camping gear.
That night, while the Rooster slept at a local motel, I purchased an identical set of camouflage fatigues and camping gear, and returned to stake out the motel. Being an investigative reporter, I am always prepared with cameras, bags, binoculars, and most importantly, cash.
On the afternoon of the next day, approximately 100 miles from the hotel, I observe the Rooster point a rifle at a black bear rooting for grubs in the decaying mass of a fallen silver maple.
It had taken the Rooster only four hours to locate this bear. Amazed at the efficiency of this operation, I hold my breath.
The Rooster closes his left eye, thumbs the safety, and releases a half-breath. Suddenly, an explosion of dirt and twigs and leaves surrounds the poacher, sweeping him away in a wave of sound and earth.
Just as quickly, the noise dies.
The man has vanished.
I am left staring at the vacant spot once containing the hunter, wondering if the suspended dust floating on the faint breeze really marked the location of the other man.
Panicked, I study the surrounding brush for any sign of the armed poacher. Had the Rooster discovered me? Am I now a target?
Before I could carry these thoughts any further, a panicked grunting sound is heard to the immediate west. The bear, obviously spooked by the explosion of leaves, is fleeing the area.
Now I am faced with two immediate concerns. One: The bear is racing in my direction. Two: a potentially violent and definitely armed man has vanished in the underbrush before my eyes.
After a quick re-examination of the scene, I bolt upright and race in a southwest direction, towards George Drouillard trail.
This would take me uncomfortably close to the Rooster’s location, but that seems preferable to staying here and having a panicked bear run into me.
I am preparing to leap a fallen log, when a searing pain shoots down my left leg. Tripping awkwardly over the fallen tree, I reach around and discover something foreign and solid protruding from my left buttocks.
Tugging on the mass reveals a red-tufted tranquilizer dart. I only have time to recognize the device before strange barking sounds erupt to the immediate north.
Lifting myself from the ground, I continue the southerly flight.
Leaving the shelter of the trees onto a dirt trail, I recognize this trail, which eventually will take me to the primitive campsite where the car is parked. Hoping to reach the campsite and safety, I turn west. Before me, the road stretches surreal into a fading hollow echo of drugged muscles flexing sporadically in the viscous afternoon air.
As the scratching sound of the rustling leaves turns into this long steady static imprint, I collapse in the dust of the trail.
As I lie in the dirt, dust settling on my unflinching open eyes, I could swear that some animal lopes out of the woods and moves to my side, all of the while scenting me noisily.
Now what do we do?
asks a strange voice.
Chapter 2
PRISON
45243.pngI have just awakened in some kind of cell. Dirt walls, dirt floor, dirt ceiling. At first glance, the cell has the appearance and texture of an adobe hut. But after further examination, the only conclusion that accounts for the temperature and the feel of the walls, and the distinct lack of sound (absolutely NO sound) is that the cell is underg round.
The cell measures barely eight feet by eight feet, and is only inches above six feet high. A cot lies against one wall. A small desk is in a corner. The room is further furnished with a stool, a bucket, a writing pad, and a pen. A very glaringly bright light bulb stands naked from the wall from some kind of electrical conduit. The only entrance is a solid door set squarely in the remaining corner. The door has a feed slot, maybe two feet off the ground. Interestingly, it also has two Jacob’s slots for peering into my cell from the outside. One is set at approximately five feet high, but strangely, the other is set right below the feed slot.
When I woke from my rather humiliating capture, I was laying on my back on the cot. Still groggy, a search of the room revealed that none of my belongings were present. After trying the door and finding it locked, I began a more thorough search of the cell. A description of the cell’s contents precedes this paragraph, and I am sorry the text is so jumbled and erratic, but my God, I only awoke an hour ago after being shot by a tranquilizer gun.
I spent the last thirty minutes trying to open the slots of the door to no avail. So I plumped down on the stool and am now writing this narrative to organize my thoughts. But, why would someone shoot me with a tranquilizer and hide me underground? Am I a prisoner? Maybe I’m a new zoo exhibit? But a tranquilizer dart?!!?
Chapter 3
IN THE PRISON CELL, HENRY MEETS HOOD
45248.pngU nderground, there is no time. Aside from the incessantly blaring light bulb, my grumbling stomach, and my awkward bowel movement in the bucket, I have no idea what day or time of day it is. Well, that is not entirely true. I know that it is time to get that bucket out of here.
Hey! Let’s open up here! Come on!
The desk is in my hands, and I beset the door with berserk rage. I hit and I hit and I hit the door, and when the desk in my hands breaks, I grab another piece and begin again. Now the cot is in my hand, and my red vision only focuses on pushing against the door, slamming everything against this barrier.
How dare someone restrain me, confine me! Smash! Smash! I have slammed the entire contents of the room against the door, and am now standing in front of a sealed door amidst a pile of broken furniture. Sick to my stomach, I lie down on the cell floor and contemplate again how I became involved in this predicament.
Who could be involved in this ordeal? I am exhausted and disgusted and anxious and sick. I have been darted, and from what I can determine, it looks like I have been tagged around the neck with some sort of homing device. I pick and claw