The couple froze, waiting.
"I know you heard that. That blasted ram is somewhere up there, and I need to go get him." The voice from below returned with a vengeance.
"Good luck, moron. I'm going to stay here and do my job instead of traipsing off."
"Then I won't share any of the meat with you."
"Ha! If you can even manage to kill the thing and field dress it–which I doubt–you'd still have to carry it back, which I doubt even more. Ain't no way."
"Don't be jealous when you have to eat bats again and I get mutton." The echo seemed to change direction, and Anaisa perked up as a man came walking around one far corner of the gorge. She would have leapt with triumph had Trace not pressed her down with the arm that was over her back.
