Cally noticed Ethan’s pant leg soaked red with blood, but neither of them had anything they could use to stop the bleeding.
“How’s your leg?” she asked, also noticing his limp as they quickly made their way down the trail back to the cabin.
“It hurts like hell, but I’ll make it,” he replied.
His pant leg dripped blood leaving a trail on the ground behind them. As they were walking by a high bluff of cliffs in the northwestern United States, they heard the loud cry of a big cat. They stopped dead in their tracks.
“What was that?” she whispered.
“A mountain lion. It may have picked up my blood scent,” he said.
“Will it attack us?”
“Probably not. Come on, it’s not much farther.”
Cally could tell Ethan was trying to keep her from worrying. Nevertheless, she knew with his blood loss, the mountain lion would likely be tracking them.
Several minutes later, as they walked through a dense area of woods, a loud rustling came from the bushes ahead of them. Ethan pushed Cally away just as a mountain lion jumped from the top of boulder.
In what seemed like a split second, Ethan aimed his handgun and fired, dropping the cat several yards away.
“We need to get back to the cabin. If someone is tracking us, the sound of my gunshot will tell them where we are,” Ethan said. He took Cally’s hand and they continued on their trek.
With Cally helping him to walk, they came out of the forest twenty minutes later right next to the cabin. Before entering the cabin, Ethan carefully opened the door. As quickly as he could with an injured leg, he made a search of the rooms and closets before finally sitting down on the stool by the counter, his face grimacing in pain.
“What do you want me to do?” Cally anxiously asked.
“Bring me the first aid kit from under the bathroom sink and then get my running shorts from the bedroom.”
When Cally returned from getting the things Ethan needed, she saw that he had removed his blood stained pants.
Ethan cleaned the wound, a fairly small dark circle with a reddish ring around it on the side of his right thigh. His teeth clinched in pain as he did. He looked up at Cally, “It’s not really as bad as it looks.”