His right paw reached out and curved over her shoulder. Sinews tightened and razor-sharp claws dug inward.
With a cry of pain, she loosened her hold. I saw the blood squirting from the deep wound in her shoulder.
She ignored it and bored back into the fight. Old Dan, stunned for an instant from the impact of the lion’s body, fought his way from the treetop.
Bawling the cry of the damned, he charged back in.
I went berserk, and charged into the fight. There in the flinty hills of the Ozarks, I fought for the lives of my dogs.
I fought with the only weapon I had, the sharp cutting blade of a double-bitted ax.
Screaming like a madman, with tears running down my face, I hacked and chopped at the big snarling mountain cat.
Once, feeling the bite of the sharp blade, the devil cat turned on me.
His yellow slitted eyes burned with hate. The long, lithe body dipped low to the ground.
The shoulder muscles knotted and bulged. I tried to jump back but my foot slipped and I dropped to my knees.
I knew I was trapped. With a terrifying scream he sprang.
I never saw my dogs when they got between the lion and me, but they were there.
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