Billy the Kid

He smiled as he turned his attention to the grill. Turning the chicken caused a loud hiss and sizzle followed by orange flame that was quickly devoured by the night. The smell of the spicy chicken and mesquite caused his mouth to water.

The coyote pack howled in unison, this time much closer. Grant was so enjoying the evening that what happened next caught him by complete surprise. To his close left, he heard a howl that was much deeper. More than just a coyote, less than a wolf, the bone-chilling howl was so close that Grant leapt into the air with fright.

He stood and looked around to see where the coyote was. A large four-legged form ran to his grill, grabbed a piece of chicken, and ran away. Grant's fear left and anger took its place. He ran as fast as he could around the butte in chase of the bandit.