I had ridden into the hills to an isolated canyon where I was going to meet my younger sister for a picnic. She had left earlier on foot. Tamar, the greatest of all my horses, was sliding down the steep hillside on her rump to where there was a creek in the woods. Suddenly she whirled around and went back. What's the matter with you I said and asked her to go on. Once again she turned back. Darn it, you go on down there, and she did go down there.
All of a sudden I heard sounds like this.
Then it changed to sounds more like this
I dismounted, tied her to a tree and she sat back pulling to get away. Adrenaline made my heart pound. The fight or flight hormone for me it was fight. because I my only thought whatever it was it must have my sister. This screaming and growling continued. I picked up a heavy limb like a club. Then I saw something moving in the rocks on the other side of the creek. It was a lion. Then it vanished in the shadows. The mare and I took off out of there.
My sister I found sitting by an old abandoned barn she was white as a sheet.