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The Spirit of Arrow Lake

Chapter five

Campsite #2

They reached the second campsite in a little under an hour. Alex hurried over to the guide's tent and immediately came out.

"The radio is gone!" He looked at his partner. "It was here last time we were here."

"Well what are we going to do now? We can't stay here with that thing out there." Walt asked.

"There's nothing we can do, we can't ride the river at night, it's too dangerous. We put a lot of distance between us and what ever that thing was so hopefully we lost it…." He looked at the group and continued. "We're supposed to radio in every night, so when they don't hear from us they'll send in a search party. We just have to hold on till it gets here." He said trying to calm everyone down.

"Well how can we be sure we lost it? What if it comes into camp tonight?"

"We can't be sure, but if that thing comes into camp we'll be ready for it." Alex lifted his jacket revealing a holster with a gun in it. "Dave and I each have a gun for emergencies. So if this thing comes into camp we'll take it down."

That seemed to calm Walt down a little but Sam and Dean glanced at each other, each knowing that a bullet wouldn't kill it. They could only pray that their crossbows with the silver tipped arrows would.

After dinner

Dean sat down in front of their tent on a log. His ribs were starting to really hurt him and he wondered if he did more then just bruise them. Sam came limping over, Dean had made him a crutch out of a tree branch and he used it to keep some of the pressure off his sore leg.

"We're sure a sorry looking bunch." Dean said as Sam sat down beside him.

"Yeah." He gave a little laugh. "You know Dean I've been thinking…. I'm wondering if there are more then one of those things out there. How could one creature throw that many rocks at one time?"

"I was thinking the same thing. Either there is more then one, or Bigfoot, or whatever it is, has some kind of power that we don't know about."

"What are we going to do if the arrows don't kill it?"

"I don't even want to think about that. We can't outrun it especially with all these people here."

"I wonder if it can swim."

"I never heard of one swimming but if we're dealing with something other then a Bigfoot who knows…..maybe it can."

Just then Sam noticed that one of the rafts looked like it was pulling away from the tree it had been tied to.

"I'll be right back. That raft is working its way loose."

Dean got up to help Sam but Sam noticed the pain on his face when he tried to stand and gently pushed him back down.

"Rest those ribs, I'll be right back."

Sam limped down to the river bank and secured the raft. He then stood up and looked out over the river for a few minutes. It was a beautiful night and a full moon lit up the area. He shut his eyes for a few seconds and just breathed in the fresh air.

Rob and Mick's tent

"I say we get our money and take one of those rafts and get the hell out of here." Rob whispered.

"Those rapids are pretty wild. We'll need someone to help us get through them."

"We'll take that kid Sam with us. And once we're through the rapids we'll get rid of him. But I want to get out of here tonight before that thing finds us. I think if we stay out on the water we'll be safe."

"I say we do it now." They both rolled up their pants legs to reveal leg holsters with guns in them. They took the guns and put them in their jacket pockets.

"What if the kid's brother tries to stop us from taking him?"

"We kill him." Mick said simply patting his pocket.

Dean and Sam's tent

AsSam painfully made his way back to Dean he passed Rob and Mick heading down to the river.

"I wouldn't stray too far from camp." He cautioned them.

"Don't worry about us kid." Mick said as they continued walking.

"Yeah, just worry about those nasty spiders out here." Rob added as they walked off laughing.

"Not the friendliest people in the world are they?" Dean said when Sam walked over to him; he had seen the exchange take place.

"No." Sam smiled as he sat down next to Dean. "You know it's really beautiful out here…too bad we have to worry about that thing coming into camp."

"Yeah, it is a nice night. Let's hope it stays that way." Dean looked up at the starlit sky.

Just then the peace was broken when Rob and Mick came storming over to them obviously upset.

"Where's the money?" Rob barked at Sam.

"What?" Sam looked up at him confused.

"I said, where's the money?" Rob reached down and grabbed Sam by his collar and pulled him up. He yelped in pain as he was forced to put his full weight on his injured leg.

Dean rose with him.

"Hey, hold on there a minute." Dean looked at Rob, then at Mick who had taken his gun out. "What's going on?" He asked as he held his hands out at his side.

"Your brother here took our money."

"What! What money?" Sam looked back and forth between the two of them.

"We saw you coming up from the river bank."

"Yeah, I was checking on the raft, it was working itself loose."

Rob grabbed Sam and threw him hard against a rock and started looking through his pockets, when he objected Rob slammed his fist into his side.

"Umphf" Sam grunted as the air left his lungs.

"Leave him alone!" Dean tried to go to his brother's aide but stopped when Mick put a gun to his side. "He didn't take your money, we didn't even know about any damn money!"

"He doesn't have it on him." Rob looked over at Mick then back at Sam who he backhanded across the mouth splitting his lip. "Where is it?"

Dean glared at Rob as he clenched and unclenched his fists over and over.

"I don't know about any money." Sam turned his head to the side and spit the blood out of his mouth.

"If you hid money down by the river bank it probably washed away." Dean said to the man who had hurt his brother. "They've had floods down this way last week and the river banks probably overflowed and took the money with it."

Seeing the commotion Alex and Dave ran over.

"What the hell is going on here?" Alex asked, then stepped back and put up his hands when he saw the gun in Mick's hand.

"Where did you get that gun?" Dave also raised his hands.

They didn't answer him as Rob pulled his own gun out and held it on the guides.

"Take your weapons out and drop them, then kick them over to me."

"Hey, we need those guns if that thing comes into camp."

"Do as I say or you're dead." Rob pointed the gun at Dave's head.

They had no choice but to do as he asked. Mick walked over and picked the guns up.

"We're taking our friend here with us." Rob said grabbing Sam by his shirt and pushing him in front of him.

"He's got a bum leg, take me." Dean volunteered.

"No, he'll do just fine. We've gotten to be best buddies these last two days haven't we Sammy." He put his arm around Sam's shoulder and grinned over at Dean, he then shoved Sam toward the raft. Sam's bad leg gave out and he went down hard. Dean immediately started to go to him even though Mick pointed his gun at his head.

"Dean …no!" Sam saw the gun and knew these guys wouldn't hesitate to kill his brother.

"You're not taking my brother!" Dean turned around protectively in front of Sam.

"Shoot that one if this one tries anything." Mick said to Rob who pointed his gun at Sam's head. Dean immediately stepped back, he had no choice. Rob pulled Sam up off the ground then grabbed him by his hair and forced his head back. He put the gun barrel under his chin.

"Your brother dies if anyone comes looking for us." He said to Dean then shoved Sam toward the raft.

TBC