The Case of the Midnight Rustler
“We’d had some good spring rains, and the country north of Wolf Creek sure had its Sunday clothes on. The buffalo grass was tall and green, the beargrass had put out its white blooms, and the hills showed splashes of red, yellow, and purple where the wildflowers grew.
We didn’t take the most direct route to the canyon pasture, and it took me a while to figger out why. Then I realized that Slim didn’t want to leave any tracks on the main trail. So instead of entering the canyon from the south..., we looped up north a ways and came in from that direction, taking a narrow cow trail down to the bottom of the canyon.
Say, that was a wild and lonesome place. I’d done a little exploring of that canyon farther down, where the walls weren’t quite as high and steep, but I’d never felt very comfortable about being there.
And for good reason. Those canyons were famous for growing the biggest, meanest, hungriest coyotes in Ochiltree County, and on our way down the canyon rim, I found it convenient to, shall we say, keep very little distance between me and the horses.MoreLess
We didn’t take the most direct route to the canyon pasture, and it took me a while to figger out why. Then I realized that Slim didn’t want to leave any tracks on the main trail. So instead of entering the canyon from the south..., we looped up north a ways and came in from that direction, taking a narrow cow trail down to the bottom of the canyon.
Say, that was a wild and lonesome place. I’d done a little exploring of that canyon farther down, where the walls weren’t quite as high and steep, but I’d never felt very comfortable about being there.
And for good reason. Those canyons were famous for growing the biggest, meanest, hungriest coyotes in Ochiltree County, and on our way down the canyon rim, I found it convenient to, shall we say, keep very little distance between me and the horses.MoreLess
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