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RE: Nisqually River in Rainier National Park
All he could hear was the gentle bubbling of the stream, it soothed his thoughts. As a scout he took his responsibility seriously. The rest of the party would be along shortly and depended on his attentiveness. And then he felt it....he always knew when he was being watched.
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...and the hairs behind his neck stood up.