Grant looked at her with a frown, "Try anywhere from one hundred to one hundred-fifty pounds. It's not as easy as it looks." For some reason, he wanted to show her that he could carry the deer on his shoulders or back. One of his brother's had shown him a picture of men transporting deer out of the mountains on their backs; that's where he had thre idea from he never thought it would be this hard. He looked down at the buck and set his jaw. He was going to carry this thing if it was the last thing he did. Once again he hauled the deer onto his shoulders and set a course to camp. His steps where slow but sure. This time he didn't drop he deer, "I'm fine Anelia. Just keep a... keep a look out."