Lisa dropped lower into the underbrush, heart racing. “She’s going to attack.” Caleb’s voice was thin. “Not unless we do something stupid. But we don’t have time.” He reached slowly into his pack and pulled out a small drawstring pouch.
Lisa’s whisper trembled. “What’s that?” “Jerky. Strong-smelling. I use it to bait trail cams.” He didn’t look away from the lion. “If she’s hungry… I might be able to draw her off.” Lisa stared at him, wide-eyed. “You’re going to bait a mountain lion?”