| Currently we were on the second plan. Plan B. I suppose I had it on the back burner the whole time because as we began our walk I kept thinking about how Shasta was not that far from St. Helens. How much they had in common. How it was very likely any animal that was living on St. Helens, could just as easily have been living at Shasta. I even wondered to myself if any, or how many, animals had made it from the location which was now hell, to the welcoming arms of Mt. Shasta? I knew one thing. I knew about two critters which were gonna try to make it to Shasta. There was enough smoke still wafting through the area to provide cover once a person managed to put a football field’s distance between locations. If Horton made it out of the cave in time to see which direction I had went then I was in trouble if he decided to come after me because I had to lose my rifle in order to more easily be able to carry one of the little hairies while keeping holding hands with the other one. I still had my nine mil Glock pistol but if Horton came after me with a rifle it was a severe disadvantage my direction. next page |  |