The year was 1776 and white men had just settled in the desert not long ago. The men and women arrived in a long line of horse drawn carriages and guns. It took them no time to take over the land as if it belonged to them.

First , they cleared the land for the horses and livestock which displeased the gods. Then they went after the gods themselves. Among them , one boy had a very keen sense of the nature and it was he that would eventually kill the gods. Rumors had it that he was raised among the wolves in the southern state and the traits showed.

He was able to communicate with the spirits and understand the animals better than almost all the white men. For a long time , the men and the nature lived side-by-side in uneasy truce. Then the great disaster stuck in 1785. The lambs were the firs to go , then the cows next.

Without the animals to feed the growing population , it became a zoo. Men begun to hunt for animals outside the “safe” zone and crossed path with the gods. Men feared for their lives and prayed of returning home safely to their families. Tows started offering various rewards for the anyone to kill the gods.

It was a full moon night in the desert. The air was cool and it was bright all around the land. There was nowhere to hide for hunters as well as the hunted. He knelled down and spitted into the air. He knew better than most to stay downwind.

The hunt started before the sunset and he had already crossed the Chiko river at the south of the last post. Both the hunter and the prey were no strangers to the hunt and one mistake count cost them the lives. He surveyed the surrounding and started to climb the nearby cliff to get the better view.

Just as he was stepping his foot on the rock , he saw his prey at the top of the cliff. Great white wolf which had reputed to have been the killer of a dozen men was had his sight. The man and the wolf stared at each other for what it seemed like an eternity. It was impossible to say who was the hunter and who was being hunted.

And then the wolf turned back and disappeared behind the rock. The man relaxed and breathed again. He too turned back to where he came from. The line had been drawn and they both knew it was a call too close to risk either of their lives. Killings had stopped and so did the hunts with the fresh supply of food from the souths.

But the legend lived on until this day , people talked of the time when the man and nature crossed paths.

The End.