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“Catch them.” Orc urged Howard on as he gave up the race and slowed to a heavy-footed slog.
“Okay,” Howard yelled. His foot caught on something, and he sprawled into the dirt. He picked himself up and only then felt the sharp pain in his ankle.
“What the—?” He froze. There was something there in the darkness. Not Orc, something that smelled rank and panted like a dog.
Howard was up and running in a heartbeat. “Something is after me,” he yelled.
The car lights were vectoring toward him. He could make it. He could make it. If he didn’t fall again. If the monster didn’t get him first.
Howard’s feet hit blacktop and he was illuminated, brilliant white. The car screeched. It came to a stop.
The monster was nowhere in sight.
“Howard?”
Howard recognized the voice. Panda was leaning out of the window.
“Panda? Man, am I glad to see you. We’ve been—”
Something dark and swift leaped and caught Panda’s arm. He let out a shriek.
From inside the car, a dog barked frantically.
Something hit Howard in the back and he hit the pavement on his hands and knees.
The car lurched forward. The bumper stopped six inches from Howard’s head.
There came a scream, a male voice. Orc. Orc back in the darkness somewhere.
There were dogs everywhere, swarming around Howard. No, not dogs, he thought, wolves. Coyotes.
The car door opened, and Panda fell out, wrapped half around a coyote.
A loud bang and a stab of orange light.
But the coyotes didn’t stop.
Another shot, and one of the coyotes yelped in pain. Drake staggered into view, looking like a scarecrow in the headlights.
The coyotes retreated, out of the light but by no means gone. Howard got slowly to his feet.
Drake pointed the gun at Howard’s face. “Did you set these dogs on me??
?
“They chewed on me too, man,” Howard protested. Then he yelled out at the desert, “Orc. Orc, man. Orc.”
A voice like wet gravel, but with an eerie high-pitched tone, said, “Give us female.”
Howard peered into the night trying to make sense of it. It wasn’t Orc. Where was Orc?
“What female?” Drake demanded. “Who are you?”
Slowly, on every side, all around the car the desert moved. Shadows crept closer. Howard shrank back, but Drake stood firm.
“Who’s out there?” Drake demanded.
A mange-eaten coyote with a scarred muzzle that gave him a sinister grin stepped into the circle of light. Howard almost fell down when he realized it was this coyote who spoke.
