Chapter Eight
Hunter plodded ahead of Melony, clearing the way for her, thinking he had never seen the world quite as he was now. Yes, this woman affected him badly. Since when had the sky looked so blue? The trees so green? He inhaled a deep breath of mountain-scented air. Since when had the wildflowers smelled so fragrant? It was as if their perfume was magnified tenfold and followed them around, everywhere they went.
As they traveled along in silence, each in their own thoughts, a low grunting sound caught Hunter's attention. It came from directly behind them.
“Hunter!” Melony's voice came out on a tiny squeak.
A look over his shoulder found a black bear only fifty-feet or so away with Melony directly in its sight. Now why would a bear be bothering them? When he came up beside Melon
