Wolves Page #3

We grow soybeans, corn and wheat.

I keep some sheep,

but that's mostly for the wool.

And Clara, she does some weaving

for the shops.

A farm. Who'd have thought?

Hard work, good people,

with no idea of my problems...

and, seemingly, no inclination to pry.

All John asked was that the work got done.

The only drawback was the animals.

I guess they knew a predator

when they smelled one.

But all in all, things are pretty fine.

And for the first time

in a long time, I felt...

safe.

Oh, uh...

Hey-

- New farmhand.

- Uh, pardon me?

- John took you on, just like that.

- Just like what?

Is there a vetting process?

- Where are you from, kid?

- I'm sorry, who are you?

Connor.

I see you've met my new hand, Danny.

- Danny, is it?

- Yeah. He's my nephew from out west.

- Your nephew or Clara's?

- What can we do for you, Connor?

- One of my boys said this kid

jumped him the other night.

- That's not how I remember it.

- Now hang on, Connor.

- Your "boy" and five of his buddies

tried to jump me.

And then later I asked him why.

Alone.

It seemed more fair.

- Uh-huh. How'd that go?

- He ran off, like a b*tch.

- To be fair, the guys did try

to gang up on him in the bar.

- Yeah, I saw that.

Thing is, Deke's 6 foot,

runs about a buck-ninety.

So I guess my question is,

why run from a little fella like you?

- I don't know. I guess it's like

my old football coach used to say,

"It's not the size of the dog in the fight,

it's the size of the fight in the dog."

I guess your boy's more of a teacup poodle

than anything.

Day's getting on.

We got work to do.

- I'll catch you later, kid.

Oh... John, one more thing,

I saw you at the bar that night as well.

- Sure. I was there.

- I didn't see the two of you speak.

It's a funny way to treat a nephew.

- Well, to tell you the truth,

I didn't recognize him at first.

Been a long time.

- Guess those eyes aren't

as sharp as they used to be.

- Hmm...

- John, who the hell is that guy?

- Danny, you don't want to know.

What's wrong? What's happening?

- The sheep need feeding.

- No!

- Animal.

- What?

- Well, animals.

Things get scarce, up in the hills.

The wolves come down here to feed.

- Oh...

I see. That's what you...

that's what you think it was?

- What else could it be?

- Oh... that.

Just like you said.

- The poor little bleater.

Ah well, look on the bright side.

- Bright side?

Clara, that smells wonderful.

- Back with gravy.

- Help yourself.

- How often you guys losing sheep?

- Oh, it happens.

The wolves have to eat too, you know.

I'll take that.

- Wolves.

Is that where the town gets its name?

Lupine Ridge?

- What's that?

- Lupine. It means wolf, right?

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