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

the slope.

“Huck,” I said. His ear moved.

I pointed uphill, toward the deepest timber. The gesture meant nothing by itself. Perhaps my tone did.

Perhaps the arriving people made the choice for him. He looked back at me, then toward the dark beyond the clearing.

“Go on.”

He took three slow steps and stopped beside the pine that had held me. His nose passed continue reading …