Wesley Dry sprinted around a blind curve on the trail, searching for the person yelling up ahead as dusk fell on the forest.
What he saw froze him in place.
Ten feet ahead stood an adult black bear, its eyes locked on Dry’s.
Time slowed to a crawl. Dry stood there for several seconds, waiting to see what the animal would do next.
It was quiet. The sounds of rustling trees and his own breathing filled Dry’s ears.
His mind flashed to every lesson he’d ever learned about black bears.