I laid as still as I possibly could; brought my tongue into my mouth so no sound would alert them to me. Then I prepared myself for the end of my days.
Just thinking of the end of my days made me pretty sad. I knew Mom would cry and cry and cry. She and Dad would go out and look and look and look for me. If they thought to look here it would be a surprise. Besides coyotes kill and then drag, or carry their food home. Sigh!
Well, it’s been a good life. The getting to the other side with Fuzzy isn’t going to be pretty…. I wiped a tear off my face with my paw.
Thor stopped and turned his muzzle into the wind….remember the wind was coming out the south west… by this time I’ve been able to squiggled myself around the Chico brush and down in a little hole in the roots of said brush. The hole was big enough to hide a beagle body with just my head laying on top the hole on the dirt so I could watch what was happening on the second fire road.
Remember the second fire road is where Thor and Thorina are just now standing.
Oh, yes. And I’m out of the wind! There should be no Beagle Scent on the breeze/wind!
I watched Thor, goodness he was scary looking…there was a huge scar from one eye clear to the edge of his long hairy nose. Whatever he came up against had to have given him a good fight to leave a scar like that! One ear was all jagged and scraggly and his nose and mouth and lips looked like he had been hooked by Boss Cow’s, (meanest, baddest cow on the place) horns.
I felt like screaming for Mom just looking at him. But I didn’t. I didn’t even breathe I was so frightened!
Then Thor turned a little to side and saw his pack still up there scrabbling around the point. With a little nod of his head he and Thorina walked off the side of the road, into the cattails and were gone. I’m more than sure they were heading toward the point of the Cactus Hill where the six other coyotes are playing.
I almost passed out with relief I was so happy to see them leave.
Creeping out of my Chico brush-root hole I started up the second fire road hill; walking as softly and as carefully as possible—hiding my white beagle body in the shadow the hill was casting onto the second fire road itself.
Just as I was about to make it to the top of the second fire road, I turned back to see if I could see Thor or Thorina or, if the pack of six, was still on the edge of Cactus Hill.
The six were there bouncing and shoving and pushing each other around. Then I saw Thor—-what I saw turned my blood ice cold. He was crouched real low, walking slow up the side of the hill toward the pack. Thorina dropped her body down behind Thor; their fur bristling way up! Their necks and bodies and even the tips of their tails looks fifty times bigger than when I saw them standing just a few yards from me on the second fire road. It looked like they had snarls on their faces, for I could see two rows of long white fangs on each face.
I forgot to be silent, put all the force I could into my body and propelled myself over the top of the second fire road’s little rise in the land — running as if my life depended on it (for it did, you see, it did) to the farm road by the dirt irrigation ditch!
There! I’m at the dirt irrigation ditch, just a hop, skip, and a jump I could be at the equipment area, or I could head to the east and gallop all the way home. Or….sigh…I could make a huge dash back to the hen house. The huge dash would take me around the Cactus Hill, alongside the old alfalfa pasture and the old apricot orchard…the huge dash would also make me visible to the coyotes on the point of Cactus Hill — if they were so inclined to look toward the farm road.
What to do, what to do? I had to make a decision fast…time was speeding by.
Home…safety…hen house…my duty as Sherlock Boomer.
Just then I hear loud yipping from the vicinity of the point of Cactus Hill.
I took off!