You’d thought nothing could overpower the smell of cattle on a warm, wet night, when the scent of money imbued the still air for miles around the feedlot. But something had spooked the herd. Lowing echoed as hooves thundered away from the southeast corner, bringing a peculiar, fruity scent along with them.
Mountain lions didn’t just stick around mountains, so you took your rifle to go check. Although, no cougar ever smelled like that. Made you dizzy.
Later, all we found was your rifle leaned against the pipe fence corner and your muddy tracks leading out into the empty plains.
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