Swiftwater Author:Paul Annixter In the very instant Bucky took aim, he slipped on the snow-sheathed log. The shot went wild. As he caught himself, the rifle slipped from his grasp. The thing came up at him. The jaws lanced in and clamped on his leg and he felt his own warm blood. Then his hand found the skinning knife at his belt and the blade sank deep in the corded neck... more » until the jaws released. Bucky rested, panting, spent. He whimpered once. Finally he smiled. Never again would he be afraid.« less