A flash of black in her peripheral vision had her spinning to the right just as something big rustled a bush. Anita waited. After several moments a broad black snout poked through the vegetation and sniffed the air.
Fuck, oh f**k, I’m so f****d.
Her feet rooted to the spot regardless of her head screaming commands to move, run, climb, hide…
More rustlings erupted as the snout lifted above the leafy plants. Short and stout, not a bear, thank goodness. An amber gaze flashed and the head appeared.
Stunned, she could only stare. Her mind couldn’t process the information coming from her eyes because what she saw was impossible. Not in the Rocky Mountains. Yet there it was—a black, distinctly feline head.
A black jaguar?
In a moment of lucidity, Anita figured she had to be hallucinating. B
