The Conservationist's Debt
The coyote struck from the brush beside the creek—small, lean, all ribs and yellow teeth. Erin Whitaker stumbled backward, her basket of wildflowers scattering across the grass, and the second coyote lunged. She felt teeth sink into her right calf, then the third one, and the world tilted sideways.By the time the neighbors arrived, she was crawling through the tall grass, her skirt torn, her...
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