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Pairing : you'll see.
Warning : This is an AU story, and BxB don't like, don't read !
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Note : I worked this story over again, so it now has more paragraphs
In Nomine Patris Et Filii Et Spiritus Sancti
pater noster qui es in caelis
Our Father who art in heaven
The ground was muddy. It didn't disturb the young man, his shoes were covered in mud.
He walked into the saloon. Even there the ambience was dull as if a thunderstorm would befall the place this very minute.
It was because of the war. Everyone knew that it would happen, only nobody could say when.
He sat down at one of the free tables and stayed there. The inkeeper knew him even though he wasn't very often in town. But nobody forgot his visits.
Shortly after a plate with steaming beans and a cheap bottle of wine was served. He was a trapper.
A damn good trapper. After the Hudson's Bay Company lost its monopoly the last year, his business was flourishing.
Furthermore, this was the only work he could do in the Northern states. Here meant in this case the Washington territory bordering Oregon, West Coast.
A fucking country, left by God but perfect for people like him who wanted a new beginning with a new identity without past finding them too fast.
That was why he started travelling through the forests and the mountain chain of the Rockys two years ago.
Hunted minks, foxes, cormorants and sometimes a puma - so called mountain lion - and he could live off the money he got for the coats very well.
But his past arrived by ship and followed the trail of rumours he accidentially spread like a bloodhound his prey.
He has been wandering the mountains for six weeks, has checked his traps, arranged new ones and repared the old ones.
He could live with the things the forests gave him. Sometimes he met travellers who shared news of the world.
The Southern states still refused to give up slavery. Idiots. He made a big haul these weeks.
Though he hoped to sell some coats of the young animals, because they were more profitable, only animals of two years and older got caught in his traps.
But still it was okay, eventually the money he got he could use for new traps and other things to spend the summer.
He wanted to move further, to the Canadian border. At first he had to get to the next town and earn his payoff.
Granite Falls was only four day's marches away. With the coats it would take a bit longer but it was worth the money.
So he decamped. Afterwards he would move on to Jordan Road.