It was a hot dry West Texas evening and the sun was slowly sinking into the broken cloudbank, sending long streams of orange and yellow light across the sky. Travis sat in his garage watching a coyote lie flat and squeezing under the fence on the edge of his homestead. It was not the first time this had happened; in fact the varmint had made this a routine for the past two weeks. He had killed a couple of pet rabbits and now seemed determined to run the chickens to death.