Black Hills

trail to lure him out. He’s okay. I tranquilized him.”
    “ He’s okay?”
    “Yes. My priority right now is to get him back inside, to get him contained and the door secured. I called Willy, but let’s not get into all the whys and hows. I want the cat back inside before the interns get here, if possible. I don’t want a bunch of college kids freaking on me.”
    She stopped the cart, jumped out. “I can’t move him by myself. He weighs close to five hundred pounds. I’m going to rig up this harness, and we’ll back the cart up as close to him as we can. The two of us should be able to lift him on.”
    “How long will he be out?”
    “About four hours. I gave him a strong dose. Coop, it’ll be easier to tell the interns if he’s secured than if they start coming in and see this.”
    He looked as she did at what remained of the young elk, at the blood smearing the tiger’s muzzle.
    “Let’s get it done. Then, Lil, I’ve got a lot to say to you.”
    They worked to rig the harness on the unconscious tiger. “I bet this is something you’d never thought you’d be doing.”
    “There are a lot of things I never thought I’d do. I’ll get the cart.”
    He backed it over the plantings that lined the far end of the path, over the river rock, into brush. “We could rig these cables to drag him across.”
    “I’m not dragging him.” She checked his respiration, his pupils. “He’s old and it’s rough ground. He didn’t do anything wrong, and I’m not having him hurt. We’ve used this method before, for transferring them from the habitat to Medical, but it takes two people.”
    Three or four, she thought, would’ve been a hell of a lot easier and faster.
    “A tiger is the biggest of the four big cats,” she said as she hooked the cables to the harness. “He’s Siberian, he’s protected. He’s twelve, and did time in a circus, in a second-rate zoo. He was sick when we got him, four years ago. Okay, okay, you’re sure the brake’s locked.”
    “I’m not an idiot.”
    “Sorry. You need to run that winch while I run this one. Try to keep him level, Coop. When he’s up, I can maneuver him on the cart. Ready?”
    When he nodded, they both began to crank. As the harness lifted, she watched, eagle-eyed—to be sure the cat was secure, the harness holding. “A little more, just a little more. I’m going to lock my side down, move him in. I may need you to give me more play. There you go, there you go,” she muttered as she guided the harness over the cart. “Ease your side down, Coop, ease it down a few inches.”
    It took time, and some finesse, but they transferred the cat to the cart, drove it into the enclosure. The first streaks of dawn bloomed as they lowered the tiger to the mouth of his den.
    “His respiration’s good, and his pupils are reactive,” she stated as she crouched to do another quick exam. “I want Matt to run a full diagnostic on him. The bait might have been doctored.”
    “You need a new lock, Lil.”
    “I got one out of the equipment shed. I’ve got one in my pocket. It’ll do for now.”
    “Let’s go.”
    “Yeah. Yeah.” She stroked a hand over the cat’s head, down its flank, then rose. Outside, she snapped a new lock on the chain securing the cage door. “The interns and staff are going to be coming along soon. So will the police. I need, really need, coffee. Coffee and a minute to breathe.”
    He said nothing while she drove the cart back to the shed. As he started toward the cabin with her, he lifted his chin toward the headlights far down her road. “You’re not going to get that chance to breathe.”
    “I still want the coffee, which is smarter than the three fingers of whiskey I really want. Did you relock the gate?”
    “No, it wasn’t at the top of my to-do list this morning.”
    “I guess not. I think it’s the law.” She nearly managed a smile with it. “One more favor? Will you wait for him while I get that coffee? I’ll get you one, too.”
    “Make it quick.”
    Funny, she thought, as she paused inside her own kitchen, her hands were shaking again. She took a moment to splash cold water on her face in the kitchen sink before filling two insulated mugs with black coffee.
    When she went back out Coop was standing with Willy and two deputies.
    “You doing all right, Lil?” Willy asked her.
    “Better now. But Jesus, Willy, this son of a bitch has to be crazy. If that cat had gotten away from here, away from me . . . God