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Action and Reaction III.
Jack and Dorian left 'The Pelt Shop' and walked over to their horses.
"Okay, so where are you going to get $1000 around here?" Jack asked Dorian.
"I have a couple of options." Dorian answered. "Option One, we go into that Bank back in Kodiak hold it up and rob them of their money."
Jack frowned at Dorian. "That isn't an option, I'm not that sort of criminal."
"Fine, Option Two is I go over to that bar over there and play the locals in a game of Poker or Blackjack or whatever they might have."
"A bit better but that make take longer than we might want." Jack stated.
"I can't please you, can I?" Dorian asked Jack.
"Come on there must be something else that's at least a bit more ethical." Jack asserted.
"Okay, Option Three is to...go find a local bandit hangout, take them out and then pillage their valuables." Dorian offered.
Jack sighed. "Well, if we're going to kill and steal we might as well kill and steal from bandits, that would make me feel a little bit better, but I'd rather not kill anyone else if possible."
"Would you rather go around pickpocketing people for pocket-change because that's the other option, along with stealing things from people's houses!" Dorian quietly exclaimed.
Jack sighed. "Okay fine, go over to the bar and get as much money as you can. I'll go hunting for those bear pelts and we'll meet back at the safehouse at dusk."
Jack mounted his horse and rode off into the forest, and Dorian walked over to the bar called 'The Wet Whistle' and entered the establishment.
Jack was riding through the vast Canadian Wilderness for a solid twenty minutes and then came to an open field to let his horse graze on a patch of open grass.
As Jack too a breath of fresh air, a gunshot from a rifle rang out as a bullet nearly missed Jack's horse. His nag jumped in fear and bucked Jack off along with his supplies and sped off without him.
Jack shot up and pulled out his revolver and saw a rustling in the bushes and shot at the foot of the bush.
"Alright you snake in the grass, show yourself!" Jack ordered the stranger.
"Wait! Please, I'm sorry!" A man in a thick fur coat came out. "I'm so sorry about that! I mistook your horse for an Elk, you have to believe me!" The Hunter put his rifle down on the ground.
Jack looked at the man and felt like he had no reason to lie and put away his rifle. "Next time why don't you make sure you're shooting an Elk instead of just assuming you are."
"Of course, I'm sorry, who might you be friend?" The Hunter asked Jack.
Jack introduced himself, "I'm Jack Marston."
"Hello Jack, I'm Chauncey, but friends call me Chance." Chance introduced himself. "What are you doing up here by yourself?"
"I'm hunting Bears." Jack told Chance as he gathered his things.
"Really, well thank God because the bears around these parts have gotten to be a nuisance and the local authorities aren't in any rush to do anything about it!"
Jack picked up his Henry Rifle and began to clean the snow off of it and load it. "You know where these bears are?"
"Yeah, they normally gather around up further in the forest, but if you try to hunt them from the ground you'll be open to bears attacking you from the rear." Chance pointed out.
"You have any suggestions friend?" Jack asked Chance.
"That I do, there are a few stands up in the trees that you can shoot at bears from above and not worry about any bears attacking you below."
Jack nodded. "Okay, how about bait? I'm going to need something to lure the bears in."
"Yeah, I have a few chunks of meat that I hang from hooks to attract wolves and bears, that'll attract them."
"Alright then, help me kill some bears, and I'll call this even between us." Jack told Chance.
Chance nodded and led Jack to the trees that had a hunting stand on it. Chance got a hook with Deer Meat. "If you use different meats it'll bring different predators to shoot, so always experiment with different meats."
"What meat are you using?"
"This here is Deer Meat, I find that this always attracts some bears around these parts."
Chance hooked the Deer Meat onto the hook. "Alright, now when the bear comes 'round be quiet, or you might scare it off. Make sure that you shoot it dead the first time or else it might try and climb up the tree to make a meal out of you."
"Where will you be Chance?" Jack asked him as he began to climb the tree. "I'll be over at that other tree across the field, it also has a hunting stand I can use. With the two of us this will go a lot faster."
Chance ran across the field and hooked up his Deer Meat and climbed up the tree.
There they waited for a while until a bear with a brown pelt came by and went over to Chance's Meat Hook and arose on its back legs to gnaw at the meat. Jack took aim and fired, the bullet went right through the head of the bear, and down he went.
Jack looked at the bear. "Hey Jack, how many bears do you need dead?" Chance yelled at Jack.
"I don't know several, maybe ten at least!" Jack yelled back at Chance.
Chance laughed, "The bears around these parts a so many we'll at least make twice that in an hour!"
Jack chuckled, he hoped so after all he wasn't looking forward to spending a night out in the wild Canadian wilderness.
Just as Chance said, bears came out of the woodwork to take a chuck out of the Deer Meat on the hooks. Between Chance and Jack they must have shot and killed at least 10 Bears each!
Now that Jack had the Bear Pelts that he needed, he had to get down there and skin them.
"Chance I hope you have a way for us to get down there to skin them." Jack asked him.
"Well, no I don't. If I were you I'd just wait, but if you need to get your pelts I'll cover you as you go down and skin them." Chance offered.
Jack sighed, he sure as shit didn't want to spend any more time out here in the cold, but could he risk a bear attack?
"Fuck it, I'm going in, cover me Chance." Jack ordered.
"Gotcha Jack."
Jack went down to the snow-covered ground and went over to the first bear and began to skin it. So far so good.
Jack finished his first bear pelt and went to his second. His hearing was on point as he listened for any signs of a bear in the snow.
He started on his second and kept his eyes and ears out. Then his third, then his fourth, fifth, sixth. He started on the twelfth pelt when Chance fired a shot. Jack dropped his knife and pulled out his rifle, turned around and saw a felled bear with a bullet in its head, just feet away from Jack.
Jack wanted to take a break but decided against it. He hurried his pace and got through the other pelts in a quickened pace without more attempted bear attacks.
Chance looked around. "Okay I don't see any more bears, but let's play it safe." He called his horse and it came over to Jack, The Horse was grey with mane of charcoal black. "Ride my horse Shadow to wherever you need to go, don't worry about me just let Shadow go, and he'll come back to me after you get to wherever you need to go.
Jack put all the pelts and his supplies on the horse's back. "I appreciate it Chance, thank you."
"You're Welcome Jack, listen I live over in Frostpoint in the North, if you are ever near that area, come and drop by." Chance smiled as Jack mounted his horse.
"I will, I'll be seeing you Chance." Jack rode off and got away from the bear-infested forest.
Jack rode a while back to the safehouse and managed to arrive there before a snowstorm arrived, he didn't want to let Shadow go back in the snow, so he kept it tied to the hitch in a shed behind the cabin and would let Shadow go back to Chance when the storm died down.
He gave Shadow some water, and food to satiate him for the time being. Jack took the bear pelts into the cabin and put them aside as he sat down and waited for Dorian.