THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



Some Only Fear Mere Wolves...


The now extinct Dire Wolf lived a classic nuclear "family" existence with a single mate for life surrounded by offspring from the two. A conscientious beast, male Dire Wolf regarded its young as the most sacred of all life. The male endured extreme elements, tarpits, and the occasional Smilodon cat to provide for the dependents in its care. A prehistoric ancestor of the modern era's Gray Wolf, Dire's sole enemy was neither suburban sprawl nor trophy hunting nor mankind in any form. Rather, the male dog's worse fear was one of emotional despair in the form the female Dire Wolf, the gender occasionally known for breaking the "for-life" bond and slipping away in the darkness of night with her young in tow, lost to lands of the Rancholabrean age, never to be seen by the male again.  

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