He hid behind a large tree, oblivious to the pines and thorns piercing his feet and arms. Those were the least of his concerns. His eyes, sharp as always, narrowed at the scene in front of him. He gulped. He could see her clearer now.

She climbed the rock higher, careful to hold on to the sharp edges. She bent over, obviously out of breath. Raising her head, he could see the furrow on her brow, lips bared, teeth gritted. A determined look. Big ol Don chuckled low at the pathetic sight. Who did she think she was. Stepping in to his territory, invading his sacred mountains! He wondered why...