BUT IT DID!!
Ruth suddenly hooted at me: “Run, Boomer, Run!” The ghost is coming up out of the Dark Forrest and moving through the pasture!” Ruth lifted herself up off the ground and silently flapped into the sky.
Suddenly it was just me!
Just me, myself, and I!
All by myself!
I turned myself around, looked backward over my shoulder saw the ghost being lifted up on the swift 40 mph wind!
That did it I headed across Rocky Point, down the Cattail Draw and onto COYOTE RIDGE!
Far above me I heard Ruth call: “Quick Boomer, not only is the ghost moving quickly up Rocky Point I can see three coyotes moving through No Man’s Land heading toward Coyote Ridge!”
I stopped right at the very top of Coyote Ridge! I was winded, in a panic, and very tired. Ruth flapped down landing soundlessly on the top of sagebrush …. “You must keep going, Boomer. You must. If you don’t you are going to be coyote nourishment or worse…ghost fare!
I had wilted onto the ground. Wore plumb out. So exhausted, if I were asked to roll over and get a belly scratch I would just have to whap my tail on the ground in an sad and unhappy manner.
I lay on the ground, head on my front paws desperate for air and energy.
“I know, Ruth, I know, but I can’t seem to get to going…..”
Just then the ghost swooshed over my head and Ruth’s head, it snapped, crackled, and flapped, slowly starting to descend.
Ruth screeched at it and I sat up and bayed. If I had to take on that ghost I would!
Unexpectedly the wind gusted picking up the ghost and tossing it way up into the air and over toward the old Apricot tree!
“Run” Ruth hooted. “RUN! The coyotes are starting up through the Cattail Draw!”
I gathered all the strength I possibly could, headed toward the back trail which goes around the bottom of Coyote Ridge, hoping against hope I could make it around the hill and onto the back pasture. If I could get there I could make it home.
Home where the coyotes never tread…at least I don’t think so!
I kept on pounding the ground, my feet sore and bleeding from missing the trail and stepping on cactus…but I kept going.
I was just at the gate to the Outside Pasture when I heard the coyotes on top of Coyote Ridge letting out a loud series of calls and moans…OH! HEAVENS they were RIGHT ABOVE ME!
They started singing and wailing sending cold shivers along my spine. I stopped and looked up…what I saw made me feel as tiny as an ant!
At least I wished I was tiny as an ant. Those three coyotes were terrifying and mean looking to say the least!
I shrunk down and started slinking along, hiding in the shadows created by the Ridge. Then I started jumping from the hill shadows to the shadows of the trees and bushes along the way.
Once I lost focus of the shadows and looked over, into the old Apricot Tree…there was Ruth. Waiting patiently for me.
“I’ll keep watch…just keep coming”, she hooted to me!
Suddenly, on a blast of cold artic air the monster of a thunder storm circled back and was blasting the air with thunder and strong jagged lightening.
In one major flash of sky fire I saw the ghost AGAIN! It was there in the sky…large and white and billowing.
I picked up my feet and RAN!