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    Lost on Spirit River Spirit River Trilogy Book One
    Lost on Spirit River Spirit River Trilogy Book One
    Lost on Spirit River Spirit River Trilogy Book One
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    Lost on Spirit River Spirit River Trilogy Book One

    By Tommy Batchelor

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    Thirteen-year-old Tony's parents are in the middle of divorce, his mother sends him to his Grandpa's along the banks of the Flint River in Southwestern Georgia. With his younger cousin Kathryn, they set out to look for a Christmas tree for the holidays, along with Grandpa's aging beagle, Sally. The three become lost in a snowstorm, which has not hit Georgia in three hundred years. Finding shelter in a hidden cave, stumbling upon Native American art. Now the adventure begins....

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTommy Batchelor
    Release dateSep 7, 2014
    ISBN9781311001405
    Lost on Spirit River Spirit River Trilogy Book One
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    Tommy Batchelor

    Author Tommy Batchelor grew up in middle Georgia looking for outdoor adventures either in the woods or along the banks of the Flint River. “Lost on Spirit River”, is Book 1 of the Spirit River Trilogy and his first Middle grade fiction for ages 9 - 12.Tommy’s first published book,Sunday’s with Papa T, A River Adventure, for ages 6 - 9 is a 28 page Picture Book.Still residing still in Middle Georgia with his wife, Cathy. Contact the Author at tombatch50@gmail.com

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      Lost on Spirit River Spirit River Trilogy Book One - Tommy Batchelor

      Chapter 1

      1709

      Smoke from the village fires lifted though the trees, light winds steered it to the river. Fog then intertwined with the smoke, pushing it up out of the valley. The sun was rising out of the east; a new day is dawning, the villagers were up early, packing the last of their personal belongings, planning to leave their land.

      Chitto the brave, at thirteen summers old, and his cousin, Miakoda power of the moon, at eleven summers, were the last to leave the cold waters, their clay pots flowing over the brim with red river clay while their dog Wolf followed close behind on their heels.

      As the two children rushed to the edge of the opening to the Spirit River Cave, the Panther Clan warriors labored to set huge stones into place, securing them with red river clay; once dried, it would seal the stones in place for a very long time. Once they positioned the last of the stones in place, the opening is closed; the job completed, it was time to leave their home village. Chitto and Miakoda knew the ceremonial spirit river would always flow at the center of Mother Earth, it would guard the totem of life, and that the great hunter, the panther’s spirit, would guard the caves around the waters.

      Ancestor shadow warriors hid within the trees at the cave entrance. If anyone were fortunate enough to find his or her way to the healing water, no one would break the powerful spirit of the panther.

      The children broke into a run to catch up to the villagers, who were leaving at a fast pace. Before crossing over the river, Chitto and Miakoda turned to where the opening was no more; someday an ancestor of the clan would defeat the mighty panther at the healing waters, and the panther would become their guide to the ever-secret totem of life.

      Winds howled through the forest trees, and dark clouds tumbled across the sky, blocking out the last rays of morning sunlight. As the three compatriots crossed the icy Thronateeska River, the cold penetrated their thin clothing made of animal fur, and a heavy snow began to fall…

      Present day, Dec. 2009

      Don’t be too long getting the Christmas tree, Grandpas shouted, And watch out for the ancient shadow spirits.

      As he laughed, his laughter followed the children out the door of the cabin, who ran along the path leading them to the river’s edge and into the forest.

      Shadows were watching; moving like wisp of smoke through the trees…

      Chapter 2

      The Christmas Tree

      The weather report said something about snow coming in, but it sure didn’t snow much - if ever – in South Georgia. Grandpa lived along the banks of the Flint River, and it had never snowed there at Christmas. In fact, he could only recall it snowing there only once in the last forty years.

      As far back as anyone could remember, Grandpa had lived in the little cabin, just him and his beagle, ever since Grandmother had passed away some years ago. Grandpa sure loved that old place, and when his time came, he’d rest next to Grandma on the hillside, in the shadows of the giant white oak trees in the family burial plot that goes back at least three hundred years. Grandpa was born and raised in that same little cabin by his parents. His grandparents bought five hundred acres of land from his mom’s family in the mid 1880’s, and at one time they owned a thousand acres and were ancestor of the Lower Creek Indians.

      Grandpa and Grandma continued the tradition, raising a family of six children right on the river, each of whom chose their own life and careers away from the family land. All that is, except one son, Tom, who with his daughter, Kathryn, lived close his father. Grandpa’s aging companion was a purebred, tricolored beagle named Sally. She was close to the age of seventy in human years, and everywhere Grandpa went, Sally was sure to follow.

      Today, she was going to tag along with the kids to cut down a Christmas tree, for Christmas is in only two days. Grandma was the one who sure loved Christmas, so Grandpa kept her spirit alive though the holidays each year. As always, the rest of the family would be joining him at the cabin on Christmas Eve to celebrate the joyous season together.

      The weather seemed perfect for the end of December; the sky was blue with just a few stray clouds on the northwest horizon, and it looked and felt like any other day in the Deep South. A light, cool breeze blew out of the northwest.

      Tony could have gone up to get the tree without anyone’s help – especially that of a little girl! He’s never spent much time with his cousin Kathryn; He only knew that she was eleven years old with short-cropped blond hair and very good at gymnastics. Kathryn’s smart, too; she makes straight A’s and has tons of friends. Kathryn lived close to Grandpa, so they spent a lot of time exploring the river and the land that surrounds the old cabin.

      At age thirteen, Tony is the oldest of the group - unless you count the old dog. He was of average height for a young boy his age, and short dark red hair. Living in a nice large brick home in a middleclass neighborhood in Atlanta, Tony isn’t what you’d typically call country; he’s enrolled in one of the best schools in the area, makes the Honor Roll each semester, and plays forward on the school’s soccer team.

      One day, Tony arrived home from school and found that his dad had come home during the day, packed up his belongings, and left before he got home. His mom tried to explain that they’d had a falling out and just couldn’t live together without getting into an argument; even the slightest little things upset them.

      It had been his father’s idea to leave and find a new place to live; they had tried to work things out, but it was best way at the time. She tried to reassure Tony, though, that it had nothing to do with him; they both still loved him and wanted him to continue to have the best out of life.

      Ever since that day, life has gone all downhill for Tony, he blamed the separation on himself, his grades started to fall, and he lost his position on the soccer team. He began getting into fights at school, his foul attitude eventually chased his friends away, and he decided he did not want anyone’s help with anything or be around them.

      Since Christmas break was coming up, his Mom thought it would be a great time to get him out of the city for a while; Grandpa could keep him busy with chores so he did not have time to think about any of his problems back home.

      The kid’s only chore today is to find and bring the perfect Christmas tree back to Grandpa’s cabin. The two kids and the dog continued walking beside the river without saying a single word. Tony dressed in blue jeans, a long sleeve cotton shirt, and a lightweight jacket. Kathryn dressed almost the same, but she had on a thicker shirt with a cool weather jacket and had stolen Grandpa’s hat off his balding head as they left the cabin, using it to keep the hair out of her eyes.

      After the children had walked nearly a half-mile along the rushing water’s edge, the path broke out of the tall oaks covered with Spanish moss, which hung a foot or so above their heads. They finally make it to a small clearing, which held about twelve nice cedar trees. Each one was at least four feet tall, some even as high as six feet.

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