Dawn began to break, and in the growing light Jean searched around until at last he stumbled over a dead calf, lying in a little bare wash where water ran in wet seasons.

Big wolf tracks showed in the soft earth.

"Lofers," said Jean, as he knelt and just covered one track with his spread hand.

"We had wolves in Oregon, but not as big as these....

Wonder where that half-wolf dog, Shepp, went.