Swiftcurrent Creek Please help me chop this tree down

He hadn't been walking long before he felt a hard tug on his mouthful, causing him to stop and clamp down so it didn't fall from his mouth. He whirled around to face the infuriating woman, holding on tight to the deer and the turkey as he moved. He could surely pull her to the ground; she had to know that, right? She was every bit as stubborn as he was, and he, honestly, couldn't remember the last time he encountered someone like that. Most just did as he asked because he was the boss, but he wasn't the boss of Rosalie, nor did he want to be--well, except for right now when he was only trying to help her. Why didn't she just listen to him, dammit? He held onto to his end of the carcasses but didn't pull, afraid that he would hurt her more than she most likely already had running over here and tugging on the deer like she was. His unyielding gaze locked with hers and he held his ground, refusing to let go.