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He came back later, after the campfire had grown to a comfortable orange; Dan heard the song before the clop of the mare's hooves. "Lost one," he said, then dropped something bloody at Dan's boots. "Got the coyote."
Dan hefted the carcass into the air, inspecting it as Wade dismounted and tied his horse next to Dan's. "You sure it only got one?"
Wade crouched next to him and prodded the coyote's open jaws with his knife. "No. Couldn't see much in the dark. But I reckon it was just one. Skinny thing, probably wouldn't have made it to Kansas anyway."
"Shit. That's fifty." Dan frowned and squinted, then rubbed at the ache in his forehead. "At least."
"Yup." Wade stood up suddenly and grabbed the coyote, swinging the long tan body up onto his shoulder, and then grinned down at Dan. "Hungry?"
Dan hefted the carcass into the air, inspecting it as Wade dismounted and tied his horse next to Dan's. "You sure it only got one?"
Wade crouched next to him and prodded the coyote's open jaws with his knife. "No. Couldn't see much in the dark. But I reckon it was just one. Skinny thing, probably wouldn't have made it to Kansas anyway."
"Shit. That's fifty." Dan frowned and squinted, then rubbed at the ache in his forehead. "At least."
"Yup." Wade stood up suddenly and grabbed the coyote, swinging the long tan body up onto his shoulder, and then grinned down at Dan. "Hungry?"