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Excerpt From My Work In Progress, Cheveyo

Autumn foliage


“Along the riverbanks beware

People disappear down there

Never to return again

That’s where the legend

First began…”

– Jim Boy

 


“The Cascade Mountains used to be the heart of Yakima Washington, a landscape burning with color this time of year. That is before the trembling aspen and maple pine leaves lay to rest on the surface of the Snohomish. A river that divides the land into two parts of a long-forgotten whole. The days belong to the locals here. You’ll find them on the river banks catching salmon and crawfish under the pillars of the waterfront restaurants. A feeding ground primed with entrails. But the nights. Well, the nights are seasoned with tourists who camp near the river’s edge.

“All are hoping to catch a prize picture of the myth we relics call Qah-lin-me,” Harry said.

“Who’s Kwa…ah-lin-me, grandpa?” Marc asked.
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