They Left a Wildlife Officer Tied to a Pine-But the Grizzly Reached for the Rope Instead of His Throat

stood over the rope at my waist, swaying once before lowering his head.

“No more heroics,” I whispered. The word was for both of us.

I reached the pack with the tips of two fingers and dragged it closer by the strap. Dean had opened the main compartment and dumped part of its contents, but the zipper on the flat map pocket remained closed. I could not continue reading …