The Dark and Coldest Night

My son Jeramy just killed his first elk when we heard the blood-curdling scream of the mountain lion. I said, "Listen up. Put four rounds in your magazine and one in the chamber 'cause that big cat is going to try and jump us." My son took the lead. We had not gone far when I spotted him up in the rocks, perched like he was getting ready to jump my son. I took aim and shot him in the foot. He darted away.
It was about five thirty in the evening when I decided I had better head for the truck...