ratings · Published: Dec 30th, 2018
The evening of the next day Constable Edward Theason dismounted in a clearing not far from the Yellowhead Trail. He made a circuit every month, but he only came this far north and west every three months. It made the circuit another two weeks longer, thereby cutting in to his regular time off, but he enjoyed the trip. There were never any problems to deal with and he got to enjoy several nice, quiet campsites with protection from the weather and plenty of good water. Except for mid winter when he often found those same sites isolated, lonely and sometimes dangerous.
He worked his ankles and stretched his legs. He put his hands on his hips and bent his back forward then back as far as he could.
“No law breakers, no Corporals or Sergeants, what could be better?” he said.