Wes Coffey

I don't know if he's right, but I know what I saw in that clearing.

I know there were two elks worth of guts in one pile.

I know there was a human ribcage under it with the heart and lungs missing.

I know somebody, somebody, before us, walked into that clearing the way we did.

I know we were supposed to be next.

And I know that whatever is up there, in that basin, on that ridge, in those drainages, it's still there.

It didn't follow us out.

It didn't need to.

It lives there.

It's been there.

It'll be there when we're dead.

If you ever go hunting in the Bob Marshall wilderness, don't go near the South Fork of the Sun River.

Don't drop into the basins on the north side of the ridge.

Don't.

And if you're in the timber at dusk and you hear somebody calling your name, somebody who shouldn't be there, somebody who sounds a little bit like somebody you used to know, do not answer.

Just walk the other way

I'm going to try to tell this in order.

If I jump around, I'm sorry.

Some of it is still not straight in my head.

My name is Wes.