26
Brock
The bear showed up a half hour after I fried up some bacon over the open fire, his scratching at the wall alongside my chimney and snorts pissing me off more than bringing the fear from a few days earlier. Even though I had more than my own life to look after, Jessie’s presence kept me rooted in the present, helped keep me calm.
I popped a window open and shot into the sky since he stood out of sight at the back of the cabin, but he rounded the house, lumbering away. While I didn’t need more meat, I’d had about enough of his sniffing around. I chambered another round and took a shot the second he offered a glimpse of his front shoulder.
“Did you get him?” Jessie asked from behind me.
The fucker had stumbled, so I know I’d landed a hit. “Pretty sure, yeah. I’m going out to fin
