My heart pounded, not just from the exercise, but also from fear. Whatever had happened above us had resulted in gunfire. Deputy Thomas and Silas drew their weapons, and I followed closely, determined not to straggle. When we reached the site of the incident, we found everyone had gathered, Micah glancing in my direction.“I’m an idiot,” said Butch Cashman. My weapon discharged by accident. Sorry about that.” He grinned wryly. “Come see what Wesley found.” He pointed to a darkened hole in the ground. “This might be something rather useful.”I approached, relieved the gunshot had been accidental. “What is it?” They stared into the hole. Silas and I looked at the same time, seeing the furry forms of three baby bears.“Isn’t it a bit early in the season for this?” asked the sheriff.“Litters aren’t typically born until January or February, so yes. It’s too early.” Micah seemed perplexed, his brows furrowing.“Then why are there babies now?” I asked. The animals slept, curled up against one another.“Who cares,”
