Deer runways and trails were thick.
"Boys, look at that," said Jones.

"This is great lion country, the best I ever saw." He pointed to the sunken, red, shapeless remain of two horses, and near them a ghastly scattering of bleached bones.

"A lion-lair right here on the flat.

Those two horses were killed early this spring, and I see no signs of their carcasses having been covered with brush and dirt.

I've got to learn lion lore over again, that's certain." As we paused at the head of a depression, which appeared to be a gap in the rim wall, filled with massed pinyons and splintered piles of yellow stone, caught Sounder going through some interesting moves.