Noel Mason Smith

“ As the wound grew worse, fear of his brother wolves, drove Lobo into the open—to die alone.
To Lobo, man was his greatest enemy—he expected no mercy.
"Lobo!"
Wondering why Lobo had deserted her and the puppies, the faithful mate waited in wain, for his return.
"Steady, Lobo, I'm only trying to stop the pain."
"I guess you're a tenderfoot, too, in this cactus country—you ought to wear boots!"
Even as, ages ago, the first wolf surrendered to man's love, so Lobo forsook the wild and became Dave's dog.
"You can't fool those horses—they know he's a wolf." ”

“ Barstowe and his men, while rounding up the cattle, found traces everywhere of Lobo's cunning leadership.
"If we catch the leader, we can break up that wolf pack."
But catching a leader as daring as Lobo—was another matter.
With the cunning that had already made him famous, Lobo singles out one steer at a time for attack.
"Quick! The wolves are down in the canyon."
To protect the pack from the revengeful ranchers, Lobo draws the fire on himself.
"I know that wolf! That's the famous Lobo!" ”

“ The hunger call to the rest of the famished pack.
"That sounds like wolves!"
"It can't be wolves—there hain't been none in this desert for twenty years!"
"The fire in the mountains may have driven them down, is search of food."
Thehe Law of the pack—death to the wounded wolf.
"WOLVES!"
"WOLVES! WOLVES!"
WOLVES! WOLVES! WOLVES!
WOLVES! WOLVES! WOLVES!
"The desert is full of wolves—I saw thousands of them!"
"Forty-three of 'em jumped on my neck."
TAXIDERMIST
"Wolves!" ”