“Mabel anxiously demanded. She had reined up in alarm and was wide-eyed with amazement. “Shoot it!”The bear had stopped and was regarding them with interest. It did not bare its teeth or growl or otherwise seem disposed to attack.Fargo saw that it was a young bear, no more than two years old. It was more curious than anything else. “Sit real still and it might leave us be.”“But it is a bear!” Mabel said breathlessly. “And bears kill people!”“Grizzlies do on occasion,” Fargo quietly allowed. “But... black bears hardly ever. Now hush, and don’t let your horse act up.” His pinto had encountered bears before and was not prone to be skittish, but her mare was prancing, a sure sign of fright.“Well, I never!” Mabel declared. She tugged on her reins and the mare stopped prancing. But it would not take much to send the horse racing off in panicked flight.The black bear was tilting its head from side to side, and sniffing. It pawed the ground, its long claws leaving deep furrows.“Please shoot it!”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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