A Story

Bright wooden splinters lay smashed into the dust. Sam Morgan knelt in his neighbor's empty corral, studying the prints.

"Wilma and I stayed in Kirby with her sister last night," Orville Wilkins said. "All I can tell is something scared my horses through the fence. Cougar, maybe."

Sam stood, brushing dirt from his knee. "Maybe." He had only seen horse tracks, but a cat would scare them without ent...