When Nevada tasted Jonah's moonshine he licked his lips and laughed.  "Is this one-hundred proof?" he asked.  "I guess it's more like ninety-five," said Jonah.  "A hundred proof would kill you."  "Ninety-five about killed me," replied Smokey.  "That shit's strong enough to make a jackrabbit spit in a bobcat's eye."  Nevada laughed at Smokey.  "I ain't kidding you, Nevada," said Smokey.  "That stuff will make yuh see double an' feel single.  Jonah, how do you keep a cork in that hooch?"

"What is this?" said the husky Mexican.  "We have not one but two hombres.  They are in here, bunking in the good sheriff's office."  The outlaws subdued a sleepy-eyed Nevada, tying his hands behind his back also.  Then in the next instant, in walked Pedro their leader.  He smacked Smokey backhanded across the face, cutting the corner of his lip.  "Hey, gringo.  You forgot your drawers in my girlfriends bedroom."  Pedro pitched the red union suit on the floor of the sheriff's office.  "So you like making love to my girl, Carmelita, huh?" he said to Smokey.  "Well, it will be your last time, senor.  Because I shall have to shoot off your cojones and kill you to teach Carmelita a lesson for cheating on me again," said Pedro.  "Oh shit," replied Smokey.  Nevada, in his waking twilight moment, was just now figuring out what was going on and coming on down, so he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling, shaking his head.  "Smokey, I told you to stay out of trouble.  Geez!"

Not a sound could be heard coming from the descent of the Indians with the exception of the faint whisper of their arrows moving back and forth in the quivers.  The bucks moved skillfully over the rocks in an indescribable whisper of their soft leather moccasins.  Their movement was soundless and mute to human ears.  When they reached the soft trickling sound of the rushing brook and waterfall in the rocks, they stopped to rest, drink and refill their waterskins with fresh water.

Mother Nature herself reached out farther than the stars to create this vast wilderness of whispering peace--a whispering peace that will go on forever until the end of time.  Only God and Mother Nature at her finest can create the beauty of the mountain forest whispering in the silence of its living and growing things--living and growing in its own peace on earth.