Verdigris Ravine the wanting call

the preacherman was hungry.

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the ravine belonged to others; a gaggle of 'yotes of all sorts come together to - he assumed - thieve and maraud.

not that he didn't thieve and maraud, but that was need - to them, it was nature.

he serpentined around the sparse markings, testing what security they had, when a yowl leapt into his ears.

then, it was a howl.

brow-furrow confusion soon melted into a nasty grin, as the man realized the coyotes kept something that wasn't theirs.

it was his.

he passed beneath the archway, seeking his sister-woman in womanly need.

hi have nasty man