“Usually people worry about the bull,” Mark checked for him. “Looks more like she’s just happy to be in a bath and away from Junior.” The young one was playing in the shallows, barely in the water up to its knobby knees.
“An elk family,” Nathan sat up and shot a photo with his camera so that he could ask Julie when he saw her. If he saw her. If he didn’t just grow a pair of balls and climb in his car to go as soon as Mark flew them back. He took another, this time of the angler and the critters together. Actually, that one would make a great publicity shot; he’d even caught the nose of the helicopter in the frame. Even if he left, he’d send it to Ama for the Henderson Ranch website.
“Or moose. I’m really not sure.”
“Maybe it’s some kind of weird crossbreed that only happens in Montana.
