"A bullet from a high-powered rifle snicked into the snow scarcely five feet from Sean.
Dodging and twisting, he raced back up the slope. Just before he broke over the crest of the hill, Sean heard the musical notes of a hunting horn. Almost at once the mournful bay of a trailing hound answered the summons.
Slasher-the murdering half-breed coyote- had been killing the hill men's stock and they were grimly out for revenge.
But it wasn't Slasher's trail the hounds were on. It was Sean's! ..."