There were guides, and then there was Angus MacDonald.
In his twenty years as a guide into the New Territory he had never lost a charge. A mountain man’s mountain man, he was a skilled tracker, scout, and a sure hand with medical attention as well. He did not hurry stragglers beyond their abilities, nor did he abandon the weak.
For the past five years, his son, Rory had joined him in bringing migrants across the hill country. This only added to his reputation, as he no longer halted full parties in order to wait for the dawdlers, but would send his son on with the main party while he awaited the slow movers.
Angus MacDonald began his adult life as a up-land shepherd, and while his flock might have changed, his stewardship never did.
Padre
FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER: 2020: WEEK #36
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