The coyote was eating kindling in the woodpile. Dale Hargrove watched her from the doorway of his trailer, a piece of dried ham in his hand that he had been saving for dinner. She looked up at him. He looked at her. She went back to eating.
He threw her the ham. She took it. Didn't run. Dale went back inside and sat on the couch and listened to the wood stove make a sound like a dying animal and thought about the mine that had closed ten years ago and the lungs that were filling with dust and the children who lived in Columbus and Louisville and sent money sometimes but not enough and didn't call at all. --- She came back the next...
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