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

my fingers, listen for vehicles, watch Huck’s breathing, and stay awake.

I tore a page from my field notebook and wrote Dean’s and Luke’s names, the location, and what I remembered of the assault. The letters wandered downhill across the paper.

Huck stood suddenly.

I gripped the cutters, then hated myself for it. He was looking above me, not at me.

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