Acorns To Wheat: A Chasseen Family Saga

Acorns To Wheat: A Chasseen Family Saga

by David William Allman


Publisher Chasseen

Published in Literature & Fiction/Action & Adventure, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description

Acorns to Wheat is the story of fictional lives in the world of 4000BC. It is the adventure of a newly mated couple forced to find a new life. The couple has two sons, but the brothers split and clash as they struggle with their father's decision to change from hunter-gatherer to farmer.

Read beyond the archeology to hear the story of lives lived at the dawn of cultures. The Chasseen had more than fierce gods, dry bones and broken pottery. Look BEYOND the research and feel the people come alive.

This adventure novel is a creation of life stories based on factual possibilities.

Sample Chapter

Ashlan yelled, "Open the gate!"

Two men pushed the gate out wide for the hunters to enter and everyone clamored for a view. The men had massive beards and wore the heavy clothes of a harsh winter habitat. They carried large bundles of fur on their backs. They were obviously traders from the north. Once they spoke, Ashlan realized they were from the very far north. Beginning their usual greeting in Ashlan's language, the hunters struggled for words until Ashlan held up his hand. "We have one of your people here," he said. He motioned to Ruadhan. "Find Livia."

Livia came out of the crowd behind Ashlan with Teaucha and Ceautee close behind. She spoke in her native tongue.He replied, "My name is Dougar. We are from Morvan. We seek to barter for supplies. It is good to hear our tongue."

"What things do you seek?" she asked.

"We want flint. Arrow and spear points and we need jugs of beer. We have warm fur from deer and bear to trade." Dougar motioned to the men and they unrolled the large fur pelts on the ground in front of the gathered villagers.

After an awkward pause while Ashlan looked from Ruadhan, who was smiling, to Livia, who was not, he said, "We offer you food and lodging for the night. We can barter after firstmeal."

The hunters relaxed and smiles broke out for the first time. Everyone relaxed and the women brought bowls of stew and loaves of bread. Ruadhan brought out the beer. While the mugs were being filled, the villagers crowded around the hunters to share stories.

As the hunters and villagers talked in large groups, Ashlan saw Dougar approach the fire alone. Carron went to greet him and held out a mug of beer. Dougar grabbed her by the wrist of her other hand. They swapped quick verbal jabs at one another then she poured the mug of beer over Dougar's head. She grabbed his beard and jerked out a handful of hair and Ashlan heard him cry out. Carron said in a loud voice, “You are not around enough strong women to teach you how to speak. I will get you another mug and you will begin again.” Ashlan laughed to himself but kept an eye on Dougar until she returned. She handed Dougar a mug, then left him standing there.

After the food was eaten and beer flowed for a while, Ashlan turned to Ruadhan. "Find an empty hut for our friends to stay the night." Ruadhan left on wobbly legs to find a family who would move into another hut so that the traders would have a place to sleep. Ashlan noticed everyone was drinking and celebrating together except Ceautee, Livia and Teaucha. Ceautee was watching the men with suspicion. Just before dusk, when the traders rose to bid their hosts a good night, Ceautee approached Ashlan.

She whispered in his ear, "Livia said they also want slaves. They trade in children and women who can bear children."

Ashlan was stunned. “We must think of a way to get them out of here,” he said to her. They considered ways to get them to leave, but Ruadhan returned and led the traders off to a vacated hut.

The next morning, Ashlan, Livia, Carron and a handful of villagers gathered in front of the hut where the hunters slept. Ashlan stood in front of the entryway, but far enough away to allow the hunters to exit with plenty of room. Carron was to one side, in front of the other villagers. She had her battle-ax in hand, its head resting on the ground.

“Come out,” demanded Ashlan. “We must talk.”

“What do you mean 'talk'?” Carron asked him.

“I must get them out of here, tell them to leave,” replied Ashlan, still facing the hut's entrance.

“Do you think you can talk them into leaving the village?” she challenged. “They are here to take slaves, they will not listen to talk.”

Ashlan held his position facing the entryway as stirring sounds came from inside.

Suddenly, Dougar charged out, catching Ashlan off guard. Ashlan stepped backward as Dougar stopped in front of him and the rest of the traders emerged. They stared unblinking at the villagers and formed a circle facing outward. They spun an ax in each hand so that as one ax crossed in front of them, the other was an equal distance behind them, helping to maintain balance. The men made a menacing buzz like the sound of bees. It was a sight both curious and frightening. The swinging axes and the buzzing were like a swarm of angry bees around a disturbed hive. The swarm continued the buzzing and began to move en masse.

Carron shoved Ashlan out of the way. “No talk. Fight!” she yelled. She tried to hurry the villagers away, but they were already fleeing in panic. “You gave them time to form a defense,” shouted Carron over her shoulder in Ashlan's direction. Ashlan stumbled away with a look of horror. The traders were well-practiced and in complete unison.

“Look,” yelled a villager, “They have our children!”

In the midst of this swarm of activity were three small children, each bound with their wrists crossed and tied to their neck.

“They are moving toward the gate,” someone yelled.

“Stop them,” yelled another.

“No rocks, no spears,” yelled several women. “You will hurt the children.”

The villagers scattered in all directions. Some were too frightened to think while others ran to get weapons. Shouts and buzzing filled the air.

Carron was watching the hive, trying to get a sense of the rhythm of the swarm. Bobbing her head to an inner beat, she made several wide, arching swings with her ax. The ax made a looping circle backward over her head, then down near the ground before rising behind her again. Once she had momentum, she held the handle with both hands and charged the hive.

“Aaaa,” she screamed as she met the enemy. Everyone heard the crack of a skull and a trader toppled. “Fight!” she bellowed without turning around to see if she had any backup. A mass of men approached the hive, poking spears and yelling but they could not get close. The hive was nearing the gate. Finally, another trader was killed and the hive faltered. A villager bolted toward the hive, spear handle over his head, trying valiantly to deflect the ax blows. As he was being battered, he screamed, “Run, children, run.” His sacrifice gave the children enough time to escape the center of the hive before he fell dead.

“Now!” yelled the women as they joined the melee with rocks and spears. The traders' hive disintegrated. It was every man for himself to get to the gate. However, one by one, the traders succumbed to the rage of the crowd. Filled with arrows and pummeled by rocks, every man fell but one. The last man standing was Dougar. Carron had positioned herself between the hive and the gate to make sure no one escaped. “This one is mine,” she said as she faced Dougar.

A villager approached Dougar from behind with his ax ready to swing. Ruadhan grabbed the ax head and stopped him from advancing. “You do not want to cross Carron,” he said. “Stand aside.”

Dougar had stopped swinging his ax when the hive broke apart. Now he had his breath back. When he realized no one would challenge him except Carron, he paused and flexed his muscles. In a blink, he was charging at Carron, grinning and howling as he gathered speed. Carron didn't move. He came at her with all his might, his ax over his head. He reached her spot and took a mighty swing. Nothing but air. He stumbled from the force of his swing. She put a foot on his butt and he went sprawling into the dirt. As he spun onto his back, he felt her spear stab the ground at his ear. She jerked it up as he stood and grinned at her.

Dougar paced in a circle around her as she kept turning to face him, watching his rhythm. He swung his ax back, then up over his shoulder and it came down in front of him. He used the downward momentum to swing his ax back up on his other side. Grabbing the ax with both hands, he brought the full force of his ax down, trying for a surprise fatal blow. It was no surprise. She jabbed her spear into his chest and he wobbled backward. His whole body shook as he struggled to take his last breath. Carron stood over him for a few moments, catching her breath.

When he toppled, she turned to Ruadhan. He grabbed her around the shoulder and with great pride, walked her back to their hut. Everyone watched as they both raised an arm and disappeared into their hut.


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David William Allman

David William Allman

David started his book after reading a newspaper headline about the last volcanic eruption in France in 4040BC. His first thought was, how do they know the year? Months past and other questions rumbled through his mind. Could someone have witnessed that eruption? A little internet investigating confirmed it. The next question – who? – took five years of research. Irritated, then exasperated, his wife finally persuaded David to compose stories based on his research discoveries. Life 6050 years ago turned out to be quite interesting.

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