Mother Bear
Pat Westbrook I've never been afraid of living in the country. Even the times the children and I found ourselves alone at night, I felt safe. The night my husband went on a hunting trip, everything at home seemed normal. My two boys needed to go to the bathroom. Since we had yet to put one in, I gave them a flashlight to see their way to the outhouse. I told them I would wait for them on the porch so they wouldn't be afraid. For some reason I looked over at the garage. Now our garage happened to be made of used sheet metal. Many a nail had been driven into it making it easy for the wind to blow right through. Just as I looked, I saw a flicker of light. I assumed someone lit a cigarette. Like a mother bear ready to protect her young, I went back into the house and got my husband's twenty two pistol. Seconds later I returned and hollered....