BRUNO, MY PET COYOTE 



from my thoughts when they both howled a 

 farewell from the summit of the hill. The 

 beautiful red reflection in the heavens seemed 

 to wave a triumphant welcome to the little coy- 

 ote as she gave a short, quick bark, followed by 

 several others in rapid succession and ending in 

 a long, continuous howl. Her mate did the 

 same. Then they both howled together. That 

 ringing, penetrating howl, not altogether musi- 

 cal, echoed and re-echoed from hilltop to hilltop, 

 until it seemed to me there must have been at 

 least five hundred coyotes rejoicing together at 

 the liberty and love of one little cripple, instead 

 of only the two singing their evening love-song. 

 Some months passed. I gave up the thought 

 of ever seeing my pet coyote again. One after- 

 noon, however, while tramping over the prairie 

 to a neighbor's to exchange a setting of eggs for 

 my mother, I noticed down near the canon a coy- 

 ote galloping along with a curious limp which I 

 recognized as Bruno's. I placed my basket of 

 eggs beside a bunch of Buffalo grass and ran 

 up the hill to a point where I could see the 

 country for a long distance around to learn, if 

 possible, where the new home of my former pet 



