The fight was on again.

But these shots were not repeated.

The flies buzzed, the hot sun beat down and sloped to the west, the soft, warm breeze stirred the aspens, the ravens croaked, the red squirrels and blue jays chattered.
Suddenly a quick, short, yelp electrified Ellen, brought her upright with sharp, listening rigidity.

Surely it was not a wolf and hardly could it be a coyote.

Again she heard it.