Suddenly, I saw the head of a horse above the willows of the overgrown trail. Riderless, and coming towards me. But it was mistaken identity. This was no horse, it was a grizzly bear—and he wasn't stopping. I did. Well one does when you're brought up short in grizzly country by the squire of the land. I shivered in my boots, wondering what to do. Fortunately griz made the decision for me. He peele...