By Benjamin GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | 2025 Truth Endures©
Let’s get back to our story. –– Benji stood in the middle of the woods, heart racing, with three feral hogs growling and snorting nearby. Jackie had lost the scent trail. She couldn’t find the way home. Benji had just thrown away his only peace offering: the beef jerky. The hogs tore through the jerky in seconds. Benji and the three dogs tried to figure out what direction to go. But, now those hogs had regained interest in something more satisfying—the boy.
Oggy circled and snapped at the first boar, trying to keep it distracted. Jackie stood stiff and alert. She barked furiously at the second one. Her tail was rigid and her fur was raised. She positioned herself between the beast and Benji.
But it was Bruiser who took the lead.
With a thunderous bark, he lunged at the second boar. The clash was brutal. Bruiser’s sheer size and strength gave him an edge. Still, the wild boar was enraged and dangerous. It slashed with its tusks.
Benji screamed,
“No! Bruiser!”
But Bruiser didn’t back down. He planted his feet and forced the boar back with muscle and fury. Oggy darted in to nip at the animal’s hind legs while Jackie’s relentless barking finally drove the creature into retreat.
Within moments, the two remaining boars, startled and overwhelmed, turned tail and vanished into the trees.
Bruiser limped back, a fresh gash on his shoulder. Benji dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around him, whispering,
“You saved us. You’re the bravest dog in the world.”
The three dogs surrounded Benji, panting heavily—not from fear, but from duty fulfilled. They had done their job.
The sun had dipped lower now, and the smell of distant cooking reminded Benji of home. He hoped Jackie would catch a scent that would guide them back—but no such luck.
They were still stuck in No Man’s Land.
Benji sighed and looked at his companions.
“Well, boys… looks like we’re gonna be here for a while. As well find a safe place to rest.”
The fading daylight painted the woods in long shadows. The path behind them had become a confusing tangle of trees and underbrush.
“I don’t know where we are,”
Benji admitted.
Oggy was licking his sore paws. Bruiser winced with every step. Jackie stood alert—ears perked, head rotating like a radar dish, listening for signs of danger.
Benji reached into his backpack and pulled out his trusty binoculars. Scanning the area, he spotted something—a cave etched into the canyon wall, not far off. It resembled an ancient hollow carved out of sandstone by the water long ago. If they can reach it safely, it can make a decent shelter for the night.
He pulled out a handkerchief. He tore it in half. He tied one piece to a high branch to mark the location.
Oggy took point. Bruiser limped beside Benji. Jackie stuck close this time and carefully marked her trail. They made their way to the cave.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at the entrance. The cave was shallow and quiet, with no signs of animal tracks inside. It looked safe—for now.
Benji gathered dead wood from the forest floor and built a small fire at the cave’s entrance. As the flickering flames grew, casting dancing shadows, the four of them settled in.
But Benji had a surprise.
He hadn’t given all the food to the hogs. He had two cans of Vienna sausages tucked in his backpack. They were beneath a rolled-up poncho. His dad always said to keep them in case of emergencies.
He popped open a can. Instantly, three sets of ears perked up.
Benji smiled and shared the sausages with the dogs, eating slowly and grateful that they had something to eat. But he couldn’t help wondering: How are we going to get out of this mess?
As night fell, the forest faded into darkness. The stars lit up the sky, and the wind rustled the trees outside. The cave offered shelter from the breeze, and the dogs took turns keeping watch while Benji dozed beside the fire.
At around three in the morning, a sharp, blood-curdling scream echoed through the canyon.
All three dogs leaped up, growling and tense. Benji jolted awake. The fire had burned down to glowing coals.
Another scream—closer this time.
Benji grabbed a long stick and jabbed it into the embers, trying to spark a flame. The dogs stood bristling, their fur raised, eyes locked on the darkness beyond.
This is the most dangerous moment yet—except maybe for the hogs.
Benji fumbled through his backpack and found a small flashlight. He switched it on and swept the beam across the canyon.
There, near a shallow watering hole, stood two full-grown wildcats—the biggest Benji had ever seen. Easily 130 pounds each. But the barking, the firelight, and the beam of the flashlight startled them. They bolted, disappearing into the trees.
Benji sat back down, heart pounding. Sleep was impossible now.
Thinking to himself –––
Was something else out there?
Has anyone even started looking for him yet?
He’d never been gone this long.
He sighed and pulled the blanket around him tighter.
“When I get back,”
he whispered to himself
“I’m gonna be in big trouble. For good this time.”
But for now, he is still in No Man’s Land.
And he is lost.
They called it No Man’s Land for a reason. Legend has it, no man who ever entered those woods was seen again. That little detail? It’s something Benji overlooked when planning his latest adventure. Rumor has it. No search party will go in after him. No one’s willing to take the chance they will not come back either. So maybe Benji ought to start thinking about an extended stay. Is anyone even organizing a search? Or will they just do a flyover, check a few boxes, and call it good? Check back tomorrow as the story continues—because things in No Man’s Land are only getting stranger.
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