Unknown Presence
By Bev Doolittle
The story:
When you're sitting around a dying campfire out in the wilderness late at night, somehow the silence gets intensified. In the North, 'late' is a relative term, but it's full dark, anyway. The mountain man has heard something out there in the blackness. His horse has heard it too. The man is experienced enough to know most night sounds: maybe he knows what it is and that's why he's reaching for his rifle. Or maybe he doesn't. . . . — Bev Doolittle
(Note: The model for the mountain man in this print is Bev's husband, Jay)