I'm A Coyote Shapeshifter Playing In A

Wolves Eat Coyotes," Gordon Said[...] If He Weren't An Old Man, I Had Some Rude Things I Could Have Said To That. "yes," Observed Adam Blandly. "i Do." Yep. That Was The One That Came To Mind. And He Didn't Even Blush When He Said It. Maybe Gordon Would Miss The Double Entendre. But He Grinned Cheerfully At Adam.

It Was Adam, But He Was Too Late. He Couldn’t Love Me Anymore. He Would Be So Angry With Me. I Had To Hide. He Didn’t Love Me So He Might Hurt Me When He Was Angry. When He Calmed Down, That Would Hurt Him. I Didn’t Want Him Hurting Because Of Me. There Was Nowhere For A Person To Hide. So I Wouldn’t Be A Person. My Eyes Fell On The Shelves That Lined The Far Back Corner. A Coyote Could Hide There.

Pack Is For Comfort When You Hurt, I Thought, Putting My Head Back Down. And For The First Time In A Long Time, Maybe The First Time Ever, I Appreciated Being A Part Of One.

My Father Always Said That Too Many Words Cheapened The Value Of A Man's Speech.

You Are A Sick, Sick Man,” I Told Him. “thank You,” Ben Replied, Looking Modest.