Do you give us permission to use your posts ( individual full posts or as a segment) on social media for BD ? —. YES<br/><br/>If you answered yes how / where would you like to be credited  ?  Username on BD. Josey Wales.<br/><br/><br/>Josey was sixteen years old when he heard the ; CALL OF THE WILD.  He packed a small bag  , snuck out of his bedroom window late at night and ran away from home.<br/><br/>His first stop was the Greyhound bus station where he bought a ticket going all the way to the west coast  and that was as far away as he could get.  Five years later Josey was still on the road.  Riding freight trains and hitchhiking across the United States. Always following wherever his heart told him to go whether it be the far north , or way down south ; but always returning to the south western area where it was warm and dry.  If - RAMBLING FEVER - was an illness , then Josey was running a temperature of one hundred and four degrees.<br/><br/>Twenty one years old. Living  on the road made his six foot tall body lean and hard as stone. His shoulder length  brown hair was sun bleached and had streaks of yellow and white.  His face was also sun and wind damaged and it was hard to tell exactly how old he was   Grey bombardier eyes that always seemed to be looking far away.  That was part of the ;  Call of the wild curse. That feeling of always being far away.  His shirt was the kind that cowboys wear with those pearl snaps instead of buttons and it was hard to tell the original color because it was so threadbare and bleached out. Blue jeans held up by a black rubber bungee cord for a belt and black combat boots were on his feet. On his head he had an old ball cap with the word peterbilt written on it. Found in a truck stop somewhere in Oklahoma.<br/><br/><br/>Walking  all day along the interstate somewhere in New Mexico headed east, Josey was ready to call it a day and needed to rest.  That was when he noticed a patch of trees not far off the side of the highway and he decided it was a good place to spend the night and set up camp.<br/><br/>Josey walked down the shoulder of the highway into the trees and noticed that they just didn’t seem to match the surrounding desert. Entering in he soon discovered a green mossy area with a little water spring bubbling up.  He thought it seemed like the magical type of thing you read about in fairy tales and chuckled to himself.   Rolling out his canvas bedroll and making a small smokeless fire from some small sticks he gathered Josey made a pot of soup from a dehydrated packet.  Priding himself on his camp with all the comforts he rolled up a cigarette and got comfortable next to the fire with his favorite book.<br/><br/>He must have dozed off because when he awoke the fire had died down to a few glowing coals and the night was black. Looking up searching for the moon he saw it was a quarter full and provided just enough light  to see around if you focused hard .  Tilting his head listening he as picking up the sounds of hundreds of small voices.	Pulling  him in   Drawing him in to the point that he left his comfortable camp and began walking through the trees toward it as if in a trance.  Finally getting close to the source josey came to a small secret clearing.  There was a circular ring of mushrooms about eight feet across and there was a pink misty aura surrounding it.  He knew it was a magical enchanted place and couldn’t help but smile how lucky he was.  Slowly Josey entered the circle and felt a silky cool chill.  As he looked up finding the moon and focusing all of his attention upon it the wind began to spin around him lifting the leaves and butterflies all around him carrying him down into the ground.<br/><br/><br/>Josey could tell he was someplace different and magical.  There were little sparkling lights and tiny voices and a strange looking tree.  Some kind of gothic fairy land looking structure?  It was just mind boggling to say the least. Around him he could see other spinning winds and people appearing out of thin air. There was a woman sitting on the ground and a man talking to her.  There were things swirling in the air like transparent dragonflies.