Excerpt from “Call of the Cadron”
“She slid her right index finger onto the smooth, metal trigger of the 30-30, the rifle heavy in her hands. She stood still, her eyes fixed on the swishing evergreens. The thumping sound grew louder. She froze. Crashing through the cedars, a huge black bear came snarling, growling, and clawing. At sight of Jordan, the furry creature roared viciously. It lumbered toward her. Something was terribly wrong! Jordan shivered at the thought of emptying her rifle into the distressed animal–and not killing it. How many shots would it take? Jordan didn’t know.
Adrenaline coursed through her, giving her a sudden surge of strength. She stood, rifle ready, not taking her eyes off the agitated bear. Would it consider her friend or foe? Would it pass by or charge to kill? Nothing mattered but this moment and how to survive. Her hands kept steady on the rifle.
The bear reared on its hind legs and kept snarling. Blood spurted from its left shoulder where a broken arrow spread open the flesh. With an agonized growl, the bear charged.”