Timben
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It was now sunset, and Bear Claws and Casey are riding in the open country. Suddenly, they felt something on their skins, it began to sting a little. It started to rain. John was watching the heavens and noticed that the skies were turning from bright to dark in a matter of minutes. There was a storm coming! And they were going to be a part of it.
"I do not like the looks of those clouds," said John.
Heavy-looking gray clouds bunch up. Heavy rain, even hail started coming down. The wind began to grow in speed and strength. The team of horses that John was driving was making an effort to stay on the trail but it was no use. They swung from one way to another to the other. It was getting dangerous holding in the road.
"We gotta find shelter," said John.
Bear Claws nodded. John combated by all his might to control the stirring of the wagon. They were near the rocky area where the rifles were stored. John drove up to the rifle site. He withdrew on the reins depressed the brake and locked it in. He immediately jumped down and ran to dig up the rifles. Bear Claws pulled back on his reins and dismounted and went to assist dig up the rifles. Then suddenly, it all began to quiet down. The wind stops. And the rain stops. John stopped digging long enough to look toward the southwest. A screaming sound begins. They both witnessed a long, dark funnel headed their way!
"Twister! We gotta get the hell outta here," said John.
"I do not like the looks of those clouds," said John.
Heavy-looking gray clouds bunch up. Heavy rain, even hail started coming down. The wind began to grow in speed and strength. The team of horses that John was driving was making an effort to stay on the trail but it was no use. They swung from one way to another to the other. It was getting dangerous holding in the road.
"We gotta find shelter," said John.
Bear Claws nodded. John combated by all his might to control the stirring of the wagon. They were near the rocky area where the rifles were stored. John drove up to the rifle site. He withdrew on the reins depressed the brake and locked it in. He immediately jumped down and ran to dig up the rifles. Bear Claws pulled back on his reins and dismounted and went to assist dig up the rifles. Then suddenly, it all began to quiet down. The wind stops. And the rain stops. John stopped digging long enough to look toward the southwest. A screaming sound begins. They both witnessed a long, dark funnel headed their way!
"Twister! We gotta get the hell outta here," said John.