spake759
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Wolf Mountain (Lunisca & Spake759)
There was a beautiful valley that was part of the western North Carolina mountains, it was nestled deep in the mountains well off the Appalachian trail. This valley had become nationally known thanks to several members of the national news media had been making a major story out of a man whom chose not to sell a large area of property in the mountains of western North Carolina that had been in his family since 1836. Property that for the most part was still undeveloped and untouched by human hands. For generations the Spaight family had cared for and tended the acres and acres of the beautiful valley that was surrounded and protected by what had become officially known as Spaight's Mountain.
But the locals called it Wolf Mountain, because it was the home of a pack of beautiful wolves that the Spaight family had cared for ever since they came into possession of the land when they had purchased it from the State of North Carolina. Something that had caused a minor controversy at the time, because many felt that then-Governor Richard Dobbs Spaight Jr. had used his position to enrich his brother, and was felt by many to have been instrumental in his failure to win re-election. But despite this, the Spaight family had never abused or exploited the land under their stewardship. Even after the American Civil War and the Reconstruction Period that followed it, the Spaight family was able to retain the valley and its surrounding mountain. The areas where gold and silver had been mined was far away from the valley, and the Spaight family had used that wealth to fund their many endeavours and investments that had allowed them to keep the it untouched and protect the wildlife that dwelled there.
But as times changed, and not only developers turned their eyes to Wolf Mountain and the quiet secluded valley that it protected. But so did groups claiming to be acting in the best interests of the environment… Such as the Sierra Club and local chapters of Greenpeace whom were able to get celebrities and celebutants get involved in trying to convince the Government to seize the property and turn it into a protected federal wildlife refuge. Even despite the fact the agreements between the Spaight family and the State of North Carolina stated that the valley was the property of the family unto perpetuity unless the family itself sold it of their own free will. The wording of the bill of sale excluded it form such tricks to force the sale such as 'Eminent Domain'.
And the fact that the old gold and silver mines had financed a trust that would protect and pay the taxes that the state and federal government would levy had ensured that they could never become a burden that would force the sale. Thus attempts by both environmentalist groups and private developers to force the Spaight family's hands had been stymied.
Ethan Allen Spaight inherited the Wolf Mountain and trust after the death of his parents. Prompting him to retire after twenty years from the US Army, and moving to beautiful log house he had originally built in the valley for him to retire after a thirty year career in the US Army Special Operations Command. It was two stories and had an extensive underground basement that he had made sure would have everything he would ever need to be self-sufficient if the need come. Over the past ten years he had installed both solar power panels and wind turbine generators to provide electrical power, and a satellite for television and a telephone service as soon as he could when the technology became affordable. It was something neither he nor his family had ever thought possible, having all of the comforts of civilization without any of the hazels.
Ethan was a tall man, with reddish brown hair and hazel eyes. His broad shoulders and narrow waist came from a lifetime of military service on top of his childhood on Wolf Mountain with his grandfather. Ethan was a man with kind eyes that animals and children just took a natural liking towards, there was something they could just sense about him. But he was also someone who had the worse luck when it came to finding love. To say that each of the three relationships he had been involved in over the past ten years had ended badly would be an understatement. He had found himself in abusive relationships where the women would use him up and throw him away as soon as they realized that he did not have control over the family trust. And that the trust was dedicated to the care and upkeep of the mountain and its valley.
Thus he had chosen to move into valley itself, to the little sanctuary that he had built for in hopes of retiring to with a wife and children. But now, Ethan Spaight had been forced to advance his plans due to the unexpected death of his parents and sister in an automobile accident when their car went over the side of the mountain under mysterious circumstances.
Ethan had grown up hearing the family legends concerning their stewardship of the mountain and all of the wildlife that dwelled there. His grandfather had taught him well about the importance of taking care of the land. How he should only allow loggers into the valley once a year to clear out the deadwood and underbrush to ensure that they could keep forest fires under control. They had built a series of fire watchtowers and water towers throughout the valley and all along the rim for use by State firefighters. But each of the locations where fenced in, with an eye to ensure that the wildlife could not stumble in and get hurt accidently by the presence of the humanity sworn to watch over and protect them.
What really upset Ethan Spaight was the fact that he had to fight the local chapter of the Sierra Club only a week after he buried his parents and sister when he allowed the logging company to fulfill their yearly contract to come in and clean up the valley. The courts had kept them out of the valley for the entire summer, and they had barely been able to get the deadwood and underbrush cleared by the fall and early onset of winter. It had been such a short harvest season that he was worried that the mountain would be at risk for a forest fire come spring. Thus he had chosen to spend the majority of the winter crisscrossing the valley and mountain trying to identify those areas that would be the most at risk, and to try and track the areas where the wolf pack had chosen as their dens and warrens.
Ethan looked down at the Valley as he crossed over the rim, and sighed. An early snow had already started. He knew he wouldn’t make it back to his cabin before night fall, but he would be able to make it to one of the fire watchtowers where he could get out of the cold and wait out the night and reach his log cabin by the next evening.
There was a beautiful valley that was part of the western North Carolina mountains, it was nestled deep in the mountains well off the Appalachian trail. This valley had become nationally known thanks to several members of the national news media had been making a major story out of a man whom chose not to sell a large area of property in the mountains of western North Carolina that had been in his family since 1836. Property that for the most part was still undeveloped and untouched by human hands. For generations the Spaight family had cared for and tended the acres and acres of the beautiful valley that was surrounded and protected by what had become officially known as Spaight's Mountain.
But the locals called it Wolf Mountain, because it was the home of a pack of beautiful wolves that the Spaight family had cared for ever since they came into possession of the land when they had purchased it from the State of North Carolina. Something that had caused a minor controversy at the time, because many felt that then-Governor Richard Dobbs Spaight Jr. had used his position to enrich his brother, and was felt by many to have been instrumental in his failure to win re-election. But despite this, the Spaight family had never abused or exploited the land under their stewardship. Even after the American Civil War and the Reconstruction Period that followed it, the Spaight family was able to retain the valley and its surrounding mountain. The areas where gold and silver had been mined was far away from the valley, and the Spaight family had used that wealth to fund their many endeavours and investments that had allowed them to keep the it untouched and protect the wildlife that dwelled there.
But as times changed, and not only developers turned their eyes to Wolf Mountain and the quiet secluded valley that it protected. But so did groups claiming to be acting in the best interests of the environment… Such as the Sierra Club and local chapters of Greenpeace whom were able to get celebrities and celebutants get involved in trying to convince the Government to seize the property and turn it into a protected federal wildlife refuge. Even despite the fact the agreements between the Spaight family and the State of North Carolina stated that the valley was the property of the family unto perpetuity unless the family itself sold it of their own free will. The wording of the bill of sale excluded it form such tricks to force the sale such as 'Eminent Domain'.
And the fact that the old gold and silver mines had financed a trust that would protect and pay the taxes that the state and federal government would levy had ensured that they could never become a burden that would force the sale. Thus attempts by both environmentalist groups and private developers to force the Spaight family's hands had been stymied.
Ethan Allen Spaight inherited the Wolf Mountain and trust after the death of his parents. Prompting him to retire after twenty years from the US Army, and moving to beautiful log house he had originally built in the valley for him to retire after a thirty year career in the US Army Special Operations Command. It was two stories and had an extensive underground basement that he had made sure would have everything he would ever need to be self-sufficient if the need come. Over the past ten years he had installed both solar power panels and wind turbine generators to provide electrical power, and a satellite for television and a telephone service as soon as he could when the technology became affordable. It was something neither he nor his family had ever thought possible, having all of the comforts of civilization without any of the hazels.
Ethan was a tall man, with reddish brown hair and hazel eyes. His broad shoulders and narrow waist came from a lifetime of military service on top of his childhood on Wolf Mountain with his grandfather. Ethan was a man with kind eyes that animals and children just took a natural liking towards, there was something they could just sense about him. But he was also someone who had the worse luck when it came to finding love. To say that each of the three relationships he had been involved in over the past ten years had ended badly would be an understatement. He had found himself in abusive relationships where the women would use him up and throw him away as soon as they realized that he did not have control over the family trust. And that the trust was dedicated to the care and upkeep of the mountain and its valley.
Thus he had chosen to move into valley itself, to the little sanctuary that he had built for in hopes of retiring to with a wife and children. But now, Ethan Spaight had been forced to advance his plans due to the unexpected death of his parents and sister in an automobile accident when their car went over the side of the mountain under mysterious circumstances.
Ethan had grown up hearing the family legends concerning their stewardship of the mountain and all of the wildlife that dwelled there. His grandfather had taught him well about the importance of taking care of the land. How he should only allow loggers into the valley once a year to clear out the deadwood and underbrush to ensure that they could keep forest fires under control. They had built a series of fire watchtowers and water towers throughout the valley and all along the rim for use by State firefighters. But each of the locations where fenced in, with an eye to ensure that the wildlife could not stumble in and get hurt accidently by the presence of the humanity sworn to watch over and protect them.
What really upset Ethan Spaight was the fact that he had to fight the local chapter of the Sierra Club only a week after he buried his parents and sister when he allowed the logging company to fulfill their yearly contract to come in and clean up the valley. The courts had kept them out of the valley for the entire summer, and they had barely been able to get the deadwood and underbrush cleared by the fall and early onset of winter. It had been such a short harvest season that he was worried that the mountain would be at risk for a forest fire come spring. Thus he had chosen to spend the majority of the winter crisscrossing the valley and mountain trying to identify those areas that would be the most at risk, and to try and track the areas where the wolf pack had chosen as their dens and warrens.
Ethan looked down at the Valley as he crossed over the rim, and sighed. An early snow had already started. He knew he wouldn’t make it back to his cabin before night fall, but he would be able to make it to one of the fire watchtowers where he could get out of the cold and wait out the night and reach his log cabin by the next evening.
