In the corner of the showroom, even among other bighorn sheep, antelope and mule deer, the mountain lion stands out. He rests on a wooden stand, posed atop a shale outcrop, mountain mahogany sprouting from a crack. He watches, brow ever-so-slightly furrowed, eyes cooly focused, like a cat eyeing a mouse it can't be bothered to chase.
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