Camp for the night

A Power that eludes

Trapped for hours in the bottom of their canoe.  Feeling the joint muscle strength rushing them through the waves.  Feeling in the power of their paddling the force Omekono was up against.
Tied down, feet bound, that pole tied across his back.  Unable to move.  But his head never for a moment stopped thinking.
Plotting.  Planning.  Primed for the moment of release.



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