Lake Lewisia #645

[scrubjayspeaks]

The trapper-turned-adventurer always insisted a full bank account in town would be small consolation when you died shivering and afraid for lack of weapons, gear and food in the wilderness thanks to your penny-pinching. Hikers who encountered his ghost did admit he cut a very fine figure in all those reinforced fur coats and crisscrossed sabers and muskets. As it turned out, a well-attired ghost was itself small consolation for refusing to listen to locals when they said the forest didn't appreciate hunters coming in uninvited.

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LL#645