It was a very cold and foggy night, all of the horses were in the barn except old Chico, he always came in with the herd to get his grain. I had a habit of feeding the horses before I ate my supper. I knew old Chico could take care of himself, but still I worried all through my meal. I was worrying so much I had to go out and look for him. My dog George was waiting for me at the barn as he always did. George and I started walking towards the pasture in the deep and thick fog. I could barely see my hand in front of me as we walked into the dark and eerie pasture. But I wasn't worried I had my big and loyal dog with me.

I lost my sense of direction in the fog. Soon I found a fence, it was sure to end close to the house. I followed the fence, for what seemed to be miles. I heard coyotes calling each other. I had always believed that coyotes traveled by themselves, and that wolves always were in a pack. I had seen glimpses of these animals, I wasn't sure if they were wolfs or coyotes, I knew there were no wolves that lived around the ranch, but I had heard from old timers of the region that they used to be plentiful in the area. Perhaps a family of them escaped the wrath of civilization.

I heard the animals getting closer, and I heard George growl, I knew they were gathering to form a pack and attack us. My only chance was to follow the fence until I knew where I was. The fog seemed to thicken even worse. I made sure to not lose the fence so I laid my hand on it as I walked. My hand started bleeding from the cuts caused by the fence. Oh my God! I said to myself, those animals whatever they are will smell the blood and want more. George was a big dog, but he wasn't big and strong enough to ward off a pack of wolves though. But I knew he would fight to the death.

Out of the fog a light glimmered, could that be the light in front of the barn? If it was I would be home free. The house was close to the barn. I continued following the fence and the animal followed me, but I wasn't worried I had George, I reached down to pet him, but George wasn't there. George had deserted me. When I got to the barn, Chico was standing in front, waiting for his grain. George was standing there with a bitch coyote and three pups. I went to the house and poured myself a cup of coffee. As I was drinking it, my wife said what were you doing? I answered, oh just routine stuff.