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It was dusk as the van pulled out, finally at home, and slowed down. Everybody got out, yawning, Thaddeus still, out of habit, carrying his rifle slung over his shoulder. They closed the van doors and walked along, silently, when --
a roaring sound was heard
"Look out, a bear!"
the Spirit moved in Thaddeus's heart like rapid fire. "Shoot it."
Thaddeus, bewildered, was pushed into a dimension beyond time, out of ordinary time, and automatically took what seemed an eternity slowly aiming the gun into the bear's mouth, frozen open, hoping by some providence to sever part of the time
fired
a resounding, thunderous gunshot echoed
the bear staggered
Thaddeus looking at his smoking .22 in confusion
BOOM! another gunshot echoed
the bear staggered
BOOM! another gunshot echoed
the bear staggered
BOOM! another gunshot echoed
the bear fell
a stick snapped
a massive man, holding a massive gun, walked out of the forest
the gun still aimed at the dying bear
"Bear!" Désirée said. "Boy, are you a sight for sore eyes!"
"You're back. Is that Amos I see? How are you, Amos?"
"Happy."
Bear drew a few paces back from the grizzly's body, cautiously set his smoking gun down, still pointing at the grizzly, and then drew all seven friends into his enormous, thick, strong, gentle arms. "Good to have y'all back, folks. Good to have ya back."
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