The bear was too close, maybe fifteen feet away, leaving me only seconds to do something. I couldn’t fight a bear and I couldn’t run, but if I could distract her maybe my baby girl could survive.
I accepted I was going to die, but please, not my four-year-old daughter, I would do anything for my little girl. If I charged the beast, it should take a minute or two for it to kill me. That might be time enough for my daughter to get away. I touched her shoulder.
My hand was numb. …
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