YOUNG JACK:
((In the late evening, just as he is about to head down for supper, spies a coyote looking hungrily at the flock.))
%% What the hell's that coyote think this is, an all you can eat buffet? %%
((grabs up his rifle and takes aim at the beast))
%% He's about to become dogchow. %%
((shoots and misses))
Well damn, I've got the worst of luck when it comes to these contraptions. Would have been nice if my Pa had taught me to shoot the durn thing.
((As night settles, Jack mounts the low startle-point horse and heads down for a quick supper at camp.))