The Historic Grizzly

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Pierre led the way, slipping effortlessly through the shadows, but he kept a long, sinewy hand on the boy's skinny shoulder to make sure he did not stray. Pierre knew what lay ahead. He eased forward until amber-gold sunshine splashed upon his face at the edge of the meadow. He grasped the boy's arm to keep him from running, then brought him forward. 
Young Bud Cheff's eyes bugged out. He gasped and cowered back. Just two rock throws away, three silver-tipped grizzly bears rooted and pawed at the meadow grass, their teeth snapping and lips smacking noisily as they devoured hordes of ladybug larvae among the wildflowers. 
Cheff turned to the Indian leader and whispered urgently, "Will you shoot them?"
Pierre shook his head, but Cheff persisted. "Won't they kill us if they see us?"
A faint smile creased Pierre's leathery face. This would be the little white Indian's first lesson. He pointed a crooked finger at the bearsand said, "You no bother'um Sumka, Sumka no bother'um you." Reply