The Mountain Man Book Novels & Stories

The mountain is called Despair, so why would a man in his right mind climb to the top, where the lost causes live? The mountains are usually cold and dark. The ground is uneven, hard and the path is full of slippery stones. The closed forest covers the man's face with branches and insects. Insects bite you and the branches scratch. Hands, eyes, face, legs, no exposed skin was spared. The animals make strange noises to try to remove the strange man from his territory.

If they found us, they would come to an untimely death. If they weren't dead before we got off their land. We'd kill every fucker to get to them and take them down and grab the girls and leave. Everything was all so simple but the simplest of things could still go balls up. We entered the bumpy terrain and headed up the mountains to their villa where we knew they would be. We all pulled up and got out of the cars. Something was seriously off. It was quiet, way too quiet. Take a look around. It smells like shit. I don't like it. Watch your back."

That evening when everyone was trying to get a good night’s sleep, they just could not. All the banging that echoes at the mountains but they are letting it go after all the trauma he undergone and how no one is there to help him with anything. Feeling bad for him as they do not know what the old man is going through alone in that shabby wooden house and when they try to lend him a hand, he always refuses as he does not want to bother anyone. The next day, the rarely seen man is walking downtown with his camera. He is like a new person when he is pointing the lense unto the sky, the road with both species peacefully interacting with each other, and the energetic pups running around freely.

James replied, cautiously approaching the spiritual mountain. Soon, he arrived atop the spiritual mountain. A man could be seen sitting atop the mountain. He had messy hair and tattered clothes. Every inch of his body was covered with infected injuries. James and Hershya appeared before the man. The man slowly raised his head, revealing his crimson eyes. James and Hershya took a few steps backward. “You’ve arrived?” The man had a hoarse voice. “Yeah.” James nodded, then asked, “You seem to know I would come.”

My body was shivering, and my feet became numb. Damn it, I thought to myself. This was going to kill me. I needed to keep warm. Then I saw my solution. Back home, I’d heard stories about how men who got lost in the mountains, kept warm by taking down and building back up a ‘varda’. A kind of directory in the mountains, showing the passageway between the villages. I didn’t have one here, but---

She handed it to a man who was sitting on a stone by the hearth—a man who had just arrived from the valley, his clothes dusty from a long journey, his face lined with an old, familiar wisdom. He didn't have a name, but as he took the pen, he looked at Xander and me with eyes that were a deep, natural brown. "The manuscript is clean," the man said, opening a new, leather-bound book that had no numbers on the pages. "Who wants to tell the first story that isn't about money?" Xander looked at me, and for the first time since Chapter One, there was no ledger between us. "Once," Xander said, his voice carrying across the new world, "there was a man, and there was a woman. And they had absolutely

She couldn’t tell which one of them she was falling toward. She only knew she was falling. When she came to, she was on the couch, both versions of Elias kneeling in front of her. The replica’s eyes were back to blue, but flickering, like a dying bulb. The man from the mountain looked like he’d been through hell and dragged it behind him on a rope. They spoke at the same time. “I can explain,” the replica said. “I can prove it,” the mountain man said. Mara laughed. It sounded insane even to her own ears.

Lyle was just as happy to be out of there as I was. *** I forgot how beautiful the sky in Montana was, and when it came into view, tears filled my eyes. I was finally home, and it felt so damn good. Anaconda was the town I grew up just outside of. There were nine thousand people here, but many local ranches around the outskirts. The sight of the mountains took my breath away. The sun drifted closer to the mountains as it began to set. It would be dusk by eight o'clock. “Where are we, Mommy?” Lyle asked.