Savage Run

On the third day of their honeymoon, infamous environmental activist Stewie Woods and his new bride, Annabel Bellotti, were spiking trees in the forest when a cow exploded and blew them up. Until then, their marriage had been happy.

Like most men, he had a tough time believing that his wife had had any kind of interesting life before she met him. Which was ridiculous on its face.

It was one of those rare, perfect, vibrant July mornings that pulsed with color and scent. Wildflowers were bursting open in the meadows like strings of mute fireworks, and saplings were stretching sunward after recently breaking out of the solitary confinement of the snowpack. Swollen narrow streambeds were flexing their muscles with runoff. Summer was here, and it was in a hurry.

One thing that discourages me about One Globe and most of the other environmental groups is that we need crises to raise funds. There’ve always got to be new demons and new bad guys in order to raise awareness. That means we can never be happy. Even when we win, which is often, we’re never really happy about it.

They were magnificently proportioned and heavily muscled and all of that bulk was held up by four thin bony legs that could, and did, snap at any time. And despite their size and heft, a horse was a prey animal.

Why did you blow in his nose like that?” he asked. “Horses in the herd do that to each other to show affection.

...As Joe walked back to them, he heard the cow elk gurgle and settle into the grass on top of her calf. "This is what wolves do," Joe said, his voice calm, a betrayal of what he felt. "I'm not saying they shouldn't be here, but this is what they do. They're wolves. I know it sounds real nice to say they're magical and beautiful and they balance nature and restore an ecosystem--and it's true, they do that. But this is how they do it. They go after the weakest first. When the mother stays back, the wolves open a hole in her belly and pull out her entrails. Then they wait until she doesn't have the strength to protect herself, then they'll move in and tear her throat out.

perspective. Related biologically to goats, not antelope (despite their name), pronghorn were uniquely evolved to survive and prosper in

swear if I get home I’ll go to church,” Britney promised. “I don’t know which church yet. It needs to be spiritual, and healing, and forgiving. And without a lot of that religious baggage so many churches seem to have nowadays.” Joe’s

poleaxed with exuberance. Keeping to dirt roads,

those losses were the result of wild game, such as elk herds eating haystacks meant