Black Hills

up. The mule deer waded through the snow, leading the way for the herd that came behind.
    He turned and walked to the cage.
    He hadn’t expected her to stay once he moved, and of course, she didn’t. She stepped around him, knelt on the frozen ground.
    “Would you turn the camera on? If he didn’t wreck it, that is. We need to document this.”
    In the cage, the cat lay on her side. Blood and gore from the heat of the shot soiled the ground. She buried the urge to open the cage, to stroke, to mourn, to weep. Instead, she contacted her base.
    “Tansy, we’re bringing the camera back up. The female’s been shot. A head wound. She’s gone.”
    “Oh, Lil.”
    “Make the calls, and make a copy of the video. We need the authorities here, and transportation to get her out.”
    “I’ll take care of it right now. I’m so sorry, Lil.”
    “Yeah. Me too.”
    She clicked off, looked over at Coop. “The camera?”
    “Just turned off, like before.”
    “There’s a short, restricted hunting season on cougar. We’re outside that now. And this is private land, posted land. He had no right.”
    Though her voice remained steady, firm, she’d gone very pale, so her eyes shone like black pools.
    “Even if she hadn’t been caged, defenseless, he had no right. I understand hunting. For food, as a sport, the arguments for ecological balance as we take over more and more habitat areas. But this wasn’t hunting. This was murder. He shot a caged animal. And I put her in the cage. I put her there.”
    “You’re not stupid enough to blame yourself.”
    “No.” Those eyes kindled now with pure rage. “The bastard who walked up to the cage and put a bullet in her head’s to blame. But I’m a factor. I’m the reason he could.”
    She sat back on her haunches, took a breath. “It looks like he came up the trail, crossed to the camera, disabled it. He circled the cage, took a look at her, stirred her up. She gave her warning call. He kept her stirred up. Maybe it was more exciting that way, who knows. Then he shot her. Fairly close range, I’d guess. But I don’t know for sure. Can’t tell. We’ll do an autopsy, recover the bullet. The police will take it and tell us what kind of gun he used.”
    “A handgun from the sound of it. Small-caliber from the look of the wound.”
    “You’d know more about that, I suppose.”
    She did what she needed to do now, and he said nothing about the integrity of a crime scene when she opened the cage. She laid her hand on the ruined head of the young female who by her estimation had lived only one full year. Who’d learned to hunt and ranged free. Who kept to her secret places and avoided company.
    She stroked. And when her shoulders began to tremble she rose to walk out of camera range. Because he had nothing else to offer, Coop went to her, turned her, held her while she wept. And wept.
    She was dry-eyed and professional when the authorities arrived. He knew the county sheriff slightly, but imagined Lil had known him most of her life.
    He’d be in his early thirties, Coop judged. Tough-bodied, tough-faced, sturdy in his Wolverines as he assessed. His name was William Johannsen, but like most who knew him, Lil called him Willy.
    While he spoke to Lil, Coop watched a deputy take pictures of the scene, the cage, the tracks. He saw, too, Willy lay a hand on Lil’s shoulder, give it a pat before he stepped away and headed in Coop’s direction.
    “Mr. Sullivan.” Willy paused, stood beside Coop and looked at the dead cat. “That’s a terrible, cowardly thing. You hunt?”
    “No. Never got the taste for it.”
    “I get a buck every season. I like being outdoors, pitting myself against their instincts. My wife makes a good venison stew. Never hunted cougar. My pa, he’s a hunt-it-eat-it man, and taught me the same. Don’t fancy chowing down on cougar. Well, cold out here. Got some wind going. Lil says you’ve got horses standing down yonder.”
    “Yeah. I’d like to get to them.”
    “I’ll walk you down a ways. Said she called her pa, and he’s on his way to meet you back where the two of you camped last night. Help you load up.”
    “She needs to go with the cougar.”
    “Yeah.” Willy nodded. “I’ll walk down some with you and you can tell me what’s what. I need more, I’ll get it from you later on, after you’ve had a chance to get back. Warmed up.”
    “All right. Give me a minute.”
    Without waiting for assent, Coop went back to Lil. Unlike Willy,