“I presume mountain lions fall into the latter category.”
“Definitely. Don’t feel too bad for him. He’s been getting the royal treatment since it happened, and as bad as it may look, it’s actually quite minor compared to some of the injuries I’ve seen a mountain lion inflict on a horse or a cow.”
“Still….”
“He’ll be just fine. And thanks to him, the calf will be fine, too. The cat… not so much.”
“Did you see it happen?”
“Not all of it, but we heard the commotion. By the time we got up to the tree-line along the upper side of the pasture on the four-wheelers, it was all over. The calf and its mother were standing several yards away, and Rem stood between them and the carcass like a good guard horse. Weren’t you, handsome?”
“He killed it?” Skye asked in disbelief.
“Yep. He’s a tough o
