Beardanceby Will Hobbs
As this action-packed sequel to Bearstone opens, Cloyd Atcitty and his rancher friend Walter Landis are heading back into the mountains, this time chasing the old man's dream of finding a lost Spanish gold mine. But when Cloyd hears that a mother grizzly and her cubs have been sighted nearby, he immediately hopes it might/i>/b>
Saving The Last Grizzlies
As this action-packed sequel to Bearstone opens, Cloyd Atcitty and his rancher friend Walter Landis are heading back into the mountains, this time chasing the old man's dream of finding a lost Spanish gold mine. But when Cloyd hears that a mother grizzly and her cubs have been sighted nearby, he immediately hopes it might be the mate of the bear he had tried to save from a hunter the previous summer.
When the mother bear dies in a tragic accident, Cloyd realizes that if her cubs don't survive, grizzlies will disappear from Colorado forever. He refuses to leave the cubs, determined to stay with them until they can den. But with winter deepening in the mountains, can Cloyd himself survive?
School Library Journal As compelling as the first book.
- Atheneum Books for Young Readers
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- SIMON & SCHUSTER
- NOOK Book
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- 3 MB
- Age Range:
- 10 - 14 Years
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"Do you think there could still be any grizzlies in the mountains?" Cloyd asked.
Up and out of the yellow pines they rode and into the aspens, their quaky leaves shimmering with the slightest breeze. Out of the blue skies and into the clouds and the rolling thunder. Out of the heat and the stale smell of the low country and into the windblown freshness of the high.
In search of a lost Spanish gold mine.
Up ahead, the old man stroked the white bristles of his beard and rode on without answering. Cloyd knew that the old man was deep in thought. Walter wouldn't give a quick answer to his question about the grizzlies. Walter knew how important it was.
It was the middle of August, and they were following the Pine River Trail into the mountains. Walter Landis led on the sorrel mare, trailing his four packhorses. Cloyd followed on the blue roan, trailing four more.
Around a bend, the old man had reined in the mare and was waiting for him to draw up alongside.
"Dunno about your grizzlies," he said. "That one you saw Rusty kill, it really could've been the last grizzly in Colorado."
It wasn't the reply Cloyd had been hoping to hear. He'd kept his dream to himself, that there were others. There had to be. It was too hard, knowing that if he had never talked about seeing the bear, Walter's old friend would never have tracked it and killed it. It wasn't something Cloyd could get over. He had boasted to the best hunter, trapper, and tracker in the mountains that he had seen a bear, a huge brown bear.
Cloyd was surprised that Walter had mentioned Rusty's name. Maybe the old man thought enough time had gone by to blurthe memory or ease the hurt. For his part, Cloyd was never going to speak the man's name. Words had power, and if he never said the outfitter's name aloud, he wouldn't be giving even an ounce more power to this man who had so much and deserved so little.
The man who killed the bear.
"Of course," Walter continued, "nobody's looked under every tree for grizzes. You've got to figure, there's only one road over these San Juans in a two-hundred-mile swath, and that's Wolf Creek Pass way over above Pagosa. That's a lot of wild country-big enough to have hid that bear for twenty-three years. That's how old the lab in Denver said he was, from the teeth or whatever."
Cloyd regretted that his question had led to talk of the dead bear and the man who killed the bear. He shouldn't have asked his question.
It seemed the bitter taste would never go away.
The red-haired man seemed to have gone away, but hating him, that had never gone away.
Rusty never came anymore to the farm on the Piedra River to check in on his old friend Walter. Cloyd understood why. It was because Cloyd was living at the farm. Cloyd was the only one who knew what really happened up there, high on the Continental Divide.
Rusty would have known that Cloyd wasn't living at the Ute group home in Durango anymore, hadn't returned either to his grandmother over in Utah at White Mesa. He must have heard that Cloyd had stayed at the farm to help the old man get through the winter. But he'd never come by, not even once.
Cloyd still couldn't help feeling that the bear had showed itself to him on purpose. Because Cloyd was a Ute, because Utes and bears were kin. Because Cloyd had found a turquoise bearstone by the burial of one of the Ancient Ones, and had named himself Lone Bear.
There wasn't a day that had gone by that the grizzly hadn't come to mind, almost always as Cloyd had first seen him: standing at the edge of the meadow in the Rincon La Osa with the dark spruce timber behind, and big as a haystack. The bear was standing on two legs, flat on his feet the way people stand, forepaws at his sides, with those enormous claws. The brown bear was just watching him, squinting for a better look, his head swaying slightly back and forth, his forehead wide and dished out a little in the middle.
More than anything, the bear was curious. Alert and intelligent and curious. That's the way Cloyd liked to remember him.
But sometimes that other scene came to mind, the one burned into his memory forever. Time and again it would return without his bidding. On one of the terraces above Ute Lake, the bear was turning over rocks along a line of brush as the red-haired man nocked his arrow and bent his bow. It was a moment that would never let go of Cloyd. He was hollering with all his might into the wind, and the wind was blowing his warning behind him, up and over the Continental Divide. The bear never heard his warning.
Up ahead, Walter was riding out of the trees, and now Cloyd also rode out into the light and the greenness of the longest meadow on the lower river. Here the Pine ran smooth over gravel beds of ground granite, and on the outside of the turns there were deep pools where the biggest cutthroat trout could be found. Cloyd paused for a moment as bits of color in the bushes lining the banks caught his eye. "Walter," he called, "hold...
Meet the Author
Will Hobbs is the award-winning author of many popular adventure stories for young readers, including Bearstone and Beardance. His picture book, Beardream, illustrated by Jill Kastner, is a companion to these novels. Seven of his novels have been chosen by the American Library Association as Best Books for Young Adults. A graduate of Stanford University and former language arts teacher, he lives in Durango, Colorado, with his wife, Jean. Longtime backpackers and river runners, they have spent many years exploring the mountain and canyon settings of Will's stories.
To learn more about the author and his books, visit Will's Web site at www.WillHobbsAuthor.com.
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¿Beardance¿ is the sequel to ¿Bearstone¿ and has the same characters. Cloyd and Walter decide to go back into the mountains because Walter wants to see them just one more time, and Cloyd wants to look for another Colorado grizzly bear. Cloyd and Walter make it up to camp and Walter has a coughing fit, so they stay a few days down low before they go up. Cloyd does some exploring, and Walter does some gold detecting. They move out and up the mountain. While Cloyd is looking for the grizzlies he meets a Indian woman on the same mission. Together they find a mother and three grizzly cubs. While they are watching the bears, a rockslide comes down and kills the mother and one of the cubs. Now Cloyd has to stay in the mountains and keep these two endangered species alive until they can hibernate and live on the next year. This book is recommended to anyone that has read ¿Bearstone¿ and enjoyed the story behind the Colorado Grizzlies. I live in the mountains where this story took place, so I knew what most of this was talking about. He tells the story very well and it was an easy read because he made it exciting and there was always adventure around every corner.
This is the absolute best book I ever read. I also read it about 5 times faster than any other book that size because I had my nose in it constantly. You will especially like this book if you are interested in bears, indians, survival, or the mountains. But, one way or the other, you will probably like it just as much as I did or better. That is if it is possible to like any book that much. Read it.
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