Chapter 6
Cam raised the rifle to his shoulder, swinging to follow the sudden movement of the lion. It stretched up to a higher branch, but one barely able to take its weight. The bough bent with an audible creak, only to spring back as the lion launched into the air. The shot caught it at the apex of the jump. It jerked in midair, twisted and began a tumble that seemed slow motion to C.J. Just then, Pancho huffed into view, almost running in his haste to reach the scene.
Setting the rifle down, Cam lifted the curved horn he carried and blew one sharp blast. That tone called the hounds away from the limp and awkward carcass that had hit the ground with none of the grace the animal had shown in life. As soon as she saw the scarlet blotch staining the tawny hide, C.J. looked away, feeling
