Cougar
The sound of a snapping twig alerted
me to movement along Devil's Peak's forested slopes, with the Salmon River below. I spun around and peered
through the darkness of the deep forest in early morning, focusing on two deer nervously wading through the fern laden forest floor. It was
as if Mother Nature had snapped her fingers, directing my attention toward the
jittery does and away from the grisly matters playing out in the small canyon below. 