Jack was barkin something fierce outside a coyote howled after the Old Profs' dream he knew he needed some help the wily trickster was up to no good
seems the elder also had a dream a vision of the trickster, he feared not
it was the witches that made him wary a vision of the skinwalkers who send their wolf who follows the coyote returning to old profs so he got in his pickup heading southeast
the hermit looked out the window saw one hell of a sight right in front of him a wolf shape shifted into a man the coyote sang hiding Old prof had heard of the skinwalkers but gave them no thought he wasn't afraid what could they want from him?
he saw dust rising to the west knew a vehicle was coming he hoped it was the elder to explain his dream a vision he couldn't understand
suddenly he heard a piercing howl the howl of a wolf he had heard the legends the skinwalkers practiced bad medicine they were witches (male & female) they celebrated evil intentions
it was known the wolf led them his powers were many old prof had chills up his back a trickster could be mischievous with pranks and mysterious ways but the skinwalkers were evil in their ceremonies and customs
This is a good story. It sounds like it's been told around the camp fire at those cattle drives or those cowboy poetry nights in the Southwest. Good one! Write on!
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