The River was still. Bugs swarmed the area. Agent Baldwin slowed his Bronco to a stop. Looking the area over. The dead coyote laying still beside the bank.
– What’ve we got?
– Another animal gone rogue. Jumps a local while he’s fishing, in broad daylight. Crashed into his driver’s side window. Lucky it was up. First thing he noticed was all the bugs.
He shrugged his shoulders and swatted the flies away. Looking over the dead coyote.
– Strange behaviour. Especially for this time of year.
He sighed. Checked his phone. Another call. Another local.
– Bag it up and bring him in. I’ll have Janice look him over. Thanks for calling me, Darryl.
– Don’t mention it.
Darryl shook hands and climbed back into his car.
Baldwin looked over the area one more time before starting his old Bronco and heading to town.