His eyes bore into hers. The same intensity that she had recognized when he had kissed her was present as he took control of the situation. She was angry with the poachers for everything they represented. Complying with his request, only because he had more experience with criminals than her, she nodded.
They watched through the branches as the four men approached two tents and a pickup truck at the south end of the area that appeared to have been occupied by them for several days. She glanced at Ethan as the angry words became audible.
“What the hell were you thinking? The bull had turned away, and the does were moving out of range,” Jerry yelled at Bob.
“I had an opportunity to bag one before Paul spooked the herd. Clumsy jackass!” Bob turned to face the taller man in the blue flannel
