The Gospel According to Don Quixote - Chapter Two

The cold air filled the forest just as the dying moon became visible through the canopy of branches far over their heads.
“The animals,” Anatak whispered over her shoulder.
“They’ve gone to their burrows and nests.”
The two lay underneath their two blankets and the hide of a tatanka beast. Nahtan had done his best to describe the animal to her but had had little success, and even less when he explain how the enormous animals were hunted, killed and butchered. She did not believe him and told him so as was her way. He promised, as they started their journey south in the morning, that he would show her the beasts when they reached their natural grazing grounds as they must eventually.
Alternating puffs of breath tinged orange by the guttering flames emerged from beneath the thickly furred hide as the temperature dropped from evening cool to mid-winter cold before the slivered moon disappeared again into the branches. Just as he finally worked up enough courage to put an arm around the woman in front of him he felt something, someone pocking him in the back hard enough to be felt through the hide, and the blankets.
“Go away,” he heard Anatak yell at whoever it was and he smiled. She grabbed his hand when he tried to pull it from her waist and said, “Ignore him. You told him it would get cold, he didn’t listen.”
“Who?”
“Khatib. He’ll be whining all night.”
“Give me a minute.”
Taking his hand and placing it in between her breasts she whispered, “You’re not going anywhere.”
Khatib was wrapped in his only blanket as was Okio next to him. “What the hell is wrong with him, I know he’s in there, why doesn’t he come out?”
“Why would he? He’s warm enough, and the gods only know if he’s ever been with a woman before. I doubt it.”
The big man took a deep breath and then watched the wind rip the cloud formed by his exhalation away into the darkness. Without a word he started gathering wood for the fire. Okio watched him from her seat next to the resurgent flames moving back bit by bit from the fire as it grew.
“Who?”
“Khatib. He’ll be whining all night.”
“I’ll just need a half a minute.”
Taking his hand and placing it in between her breasts she whispered, “You’re not going anywhere.”
Khatib was wrapped in his only blanket as was Okio next to him. “What the hell is wrong with him, I know he’s in there, why doesn’t he come out?”
“Why would he? He’s warm enough, and the gods only know if he’s ever been with a woman before. I doubt it very much to be honest.”
The big man took a deep breath and then watched the wind rip the fog of his exhalation away into the darkness. Without a word he got up and started gathering wood for the fire. Okio watched him from her seat next to the resurgent flames moving back bit by bit from the fire as it grew brighter and hotter.
Nahtan pulled back the coarse bufflo fur far enough to clear one eye. He watched the flames flicker, rising and falling as wood was added to the flames that relentlessly consumed it. Sparks exploded as the sap inside a pine knot spewed into the hot coals beneath it.
He was about to raise a hand to pull the hide back farther when he felt Anatak’s hand circle around his waist. The muscles of his stomach contracted strongly as her finger tips followed the ridges and valleys down to where his manhood already stirred and begun reaching up toward the hand reaching for it.
Cold air caught in his throat as she took him in her long fingers as her other hand pulled at his shoulder to turn him toward her. Her body was suddenly warm and soft against his, adding a painful edge to the swelling in his loins.
Rolling on her back she pulled the smaller man effortlessly on top of her. With one hand she pulled his hips toward her while guiding him into the warm wetness of her desire with the other.
Though the making of children had been explained to him many times, usually though much drunken laughter and good-natured depreciation for his complete lack of meaningful experience, his knowledge was until that moment entirely theoretical. Experience, he soon realized, was not necessary when a man and a woman found themselves, together, alone, and naked.
Though his body seemed to know exactly what to do with no input from either his mind, which could offer him not guidance at all as to what to do next, or his memory which had been up until that one moment in time devoid of any experience that he could call upon as a guide, his hips seemed to have a mind of their own and the ability to call upon the memories of generations before at will.
His world, with which he had grown to become experienced in all things natural far more than other men, seemed to, for the first time rush way from his finely-tuned senses and then finally his mind itself, always hyperactive, seemed to push away all ability to collect and sift the clues that he alone could sense and understand. All he could feel then was the woman beneath him and that part of her that had devoured him so hungrily.
All he knew, all he could sense, was how her body felt against his, what it felt like to be inside her. His mind was filled with the new sensations of being inside her, feeling the power of her body pushing itself against his seeking, he felt like she was trying to consume him entirely when her body suddenly drove itself into him and spasms took her over lifting him off the cold ground beneath her as her strength and heat pulled his seed from him.
He pushed he weight off her before she pulled him back down and held him close to her whispering a word he hadn’t heard before but somehow knew meant thank you. The word touched him in a part of his soul he’d never known existed before.
He whispered the word back to her knowing he’d said it poorly but putting into it all the emotion he was feeling into it. Finally withdrawing from her, he pushed himself up into the warm space their bodies had created together until he was face-to-face with her. He kissed each of her eyelids and her full lips tasting the complex flavors on the end of her tongue.
Rolling on his back he poked his head just far enough beyond the end of the hide to be able to see the north wind throwing the branches far above his head. He felt Anatak burrow her head into his shoulder and neck.
“She’s smart enough to stay under there where it’s warm,” Khatib thought as he watched the wind tear apart the fog of his breath.
Nahtan’s head disappeared back under the frost-covered fur a moment after Anatak’s hands found life had returned to that part of him she’d only just discovered.
The muscles in Khatib’s forearms stood out like taught ropes as he strained to break a wrist-sized branch for the fire.
“Do you think she’s nursing him in there?” he said to no one in particular. Okio appeared out of the darkness with a double armload of dead branches. Dumping them next to the dying flames, she looked at the moving furry mass at the edge of the area lit by the fire.
“If he wants to I guess, why do you care?” she asked as she began placing branches into the glowing coals. She watched the reds and oranges dance in his eyes as he stared at the bufflo hide as the growing firelight made the movements beneath it easier to see. Returning her gaze to the fire she realized it had grown hot enough to load on a few of the small logs Masoon had broken up and stacked a little too neatly for her taste.
She looked up at him again when she was sure the fire would grow on its own. The logs she’d laid in a pyramid had already begun to crackle and glow as the flames burned through the thin bark and started to consume the heartwood. He was still watching the lump that was Anatak and Nahtan though there was no longer any movement to be seen there.
She sat wrapped in her thin blanket feeling the wind blow through it and the leather coat and undershirt. She watched the cold wind blow hard enough to move even the most heavily frozen fur back and forth as she worked the hide-tough jerked venison in her mouth in slow deliberate movement practiced over more years than she’d every admit to living. She waited for the big man’s eyes to return to her from the furry lump ten steps away.
When he did look back down she met his eyes and asked, “Jealous?”
“About what?”
“Them,” she said pointing in their direction with a long piece of jerked backstrap.
His eyes narrowed as he said, “no.” He looked away from her back at the hide for a moment and then began digging around in his pack until he too found the venison jerky almost frozen, barely chewable. Working the tough fibers in his jaws he stood looking up into the treetops before walking away from the fire and disappearing into the darkness.

I'm pissed off and I've finally decided to say something

What am I pissed off about? It's simple. I'm pissed off about the newest incarnation of the sky is falling fable. Global warming. That's what. Is the globe warming? Sure it is. Ice is melting here and there. The Arctic ice accumulation is shrinking at an alarming rate and polar bears may just drown for lack of ice to float on.

But I've asked myself the question a thousand times at least and always come up with the same answer. I do not give a shit if the world is warming or not. AND I am completely unconvinced that the warming is completely or even partially man made. (Take that my feminist sisters, I'll get to your cranky lot in a later post).

Okay, let's assume for a moment all these left wing wacko "the sky is falling" effete scientists are right, a loooooooooooooooooooong stretch I assure you, but let's just let them have their day for a minute or so.

This hysteria all begs a simple question and this is it:

If indeed global warming exists as posited and, also as posited, evil humans are the cause of it all, doesn't that make the true problem overpopulation?

Why the hell isn't anyone talking about the scourge upon this planet of waaaaaaaaaaaaaay too many humans burning fossil fuels and wood, eating grain and god forbid meat, and exhaling the evil Carbon Dioxide.

That's actually the problem isn't it? An unsustainable level of human infestation upon mothrt Earth?

As so as I hear the first so-called scientist take scrotum in hand and boldly proclaim that what we have here is an overpopulation problem I will continue to disregard any of their global warming blather.