Raymond S. Spears,
The Outlaw Wolf
(1922)
“ The youth felt the change in his own spirit. There is a difference between looking after cattle, managing horses, living at a ranch, and going forth into the mountain heights hunting a grey, competent wolf to the death. He could not scorn that loud-voiced, stealthy-traveling, hard-hitting brute. Terry knew that the wolf was perhaps his equal in strategy. ”
Raymond S. Spears,
The Outlaw Wolf
(1922)
“ When Terry and the dog appeared, Old Boy quietly slipped away about his own affairs. Woof took the track from the bed with hot eagerness, but Terry held him down to a gait the horse could keep comfortably. He knew that this would be no dash into success. The wolf was warned, and he was shacking away. The hunter studied the course the raider took. The fugitive went straight up the mountain. He ascended a steep no horse could climb. He was a wise Old Boy, and knew exactly what a dog meant on his trail. He knew what a horse meant. He knew what a man would mean, too, speaking of other men. ”
Raymond S. Spears,
The Outlaw Wolf
(1922)
“ When night fell the wolf had turned down out of the main range, and was three thousand feet below in the great basin. Going was good there, and as there was moonlight, Terry kept Woof on the track for an hour after dark. They camped where they found a bed under a juniper. The wolf, at dark, had lain down. Now all night long, having once been routed out, the brute would worry and start, kept awake by dread of a night approach. ”
