In Wyoming, even the sunrise is wild

Yesterday, walked up along Wall Creek, all the way from where it ends in the north fork of the Shoshone River to the cabin, a couple of miles more or less.

Took my time, lots of stumbles, picking my way through sagebrush and boulders.

Came across the killing fields about half a mile below my place--a nice flat piece of land out of sight of the cabin--where the animals do their dirty work. Carcasses of deer, rabbit, birds, picked clean, bleached white.

Probably coyote, could be wolf (less likely) or cougar (even less likely), but could be.

Took the head of a deer, antlers, with me, a perfect specimen. All the teeth intact, gleaming. I could see where its eyes had been.

Well, I am in the wild, I thought, where anything can happen, even when I'm not looking.