Lindsey stared back at the man, right to his face, then he looked away, attention back on the bison. There was no mistaking about it, Lindsey had both heard and acknowledged him, he simply wasn't helping.

The bison was in a maddened frenzy as if it was determined to trample down the human who had disturbed him, and Lindsey carefully tried to keep out of sight to the crazy, overgrown cow. Maybe in the moment the creature got what it wanted Lidnsey could strike.

It was a sad thing to waste a kill like this, but he needed food at the moment and there was no clean way to make the kill without losing his meal in a runaway animal sense.