The Trickster, by James B. Revell

‘I’ve seen this face in a book at school. What is it, Dad?’
We had followed the logging road west from Port Hardy, all the way to the Pacific shore-line at San Josef Bay. We had seen bears at the road-side on three occasions, but no people.
My kids were looking at a weather-worn totem pole, mantled in moss, but still standing. Beyond it was an empty beach.
I recognised the stylised features of the Raven.
‘Can you see a beak, and a pair of eyes?’ I whispered.
‘He’s watching you. Be wary … the Raven sometimes plays tricks on people … ‘

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