Searching

Jax and I are searching behind Last Hurrah for the big horn that we haven't seen in four or five days. Lots of tracks and lots of scat but no physical presence that we can find. With guests checking in and more checking out it's time to return to the lodge. As we exit the last canyon to hit the road on our return I look back one more time just in case and there, far in the distance, silhouetted high on a rock is a lone sentry. They were watching us the whole time.