He dared not run.

He had to watch them coming.

One huge stone hurtled over his head and smashed a pinyon tree below.
When these had ceased rolling, and he had passed down to the red shale, he heard Sounder baying near, and knew a cougar had been treed or cornered.

Hurdling the stones and dead pinyons, Wallace ran a mile down the slope, only to find he had been deceived in the direction.

He sheered off to the left.