It's nearly dark as Tom finishes his descent. Coming out of the sandstone creek bed he finds one small set of sheep tracks, small stride, not big horn, and fresh. With the fading light it's hard to tell how fresh. Tom reaches down to touch one and it is very fresh. Not hours, minutes. A few hundred feet later three sets of tracks come together and they are headed straight to Base Camp. Tom follows the tracks all the way to the sheep pen. They have been there, within the last few minutes. Tom hears Shane whistle from the lodge. "I see three shadows on the ridge above the hogans." Darkness falls. Tom can't see anything on the ridge.
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