BRUNO, MY PET COYOTE 



I'VE got 'em, Lawrence ! Jolly, there 's two 

 more ! Ain't you got her most skinned ? 

 Keep your gun ready ! Her mate is liable 

 to come back any minnit." These were the 

 words of a neighbor boy that rang out on the 

 clear, light atmosphere of the plains and greet- 

 ed my ears, a quarter of a mile away, while rid- 

 ing my pony over the divide. My dog was 

 trotting along behind to see if the cows had 

 strayed from their usual feeding-ground. 



I headed my pony in the direction whence 

 the boys' voices came. In a short time I had 

 ridden down the canon's side and they were 

 in full view. They had found a coyote's den 

 containing three little pups. Lawrence, the 

 elder brother, had killed the female coyote and 

 skinned her, while his brother took charge of 



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