"What we done to Pete, don't matter none. A man's got a right to make a livin' how he chooses," said Tom as he threw the last shovel full of dirt onto the make-shift grave.
"I'm just sayin' it ain't right to be killin' a man," replied Ted.
"Don't matter now. He's dead and underground."
"Still ain't right," said Ted.
"Right or wrong ain't got nothin' to do with it. Ain't nobody gonna miss Pete. All you need to do is keep your mouth shut and nobody will know what we done."
"What you done," muttered Ted.
As they walked back to the pickup, they heard a wolf howl up on the ridge.
Ted shivered, "Pete told me once that he freed a wolf from one of your traps."
"And that's why we planted him. He didn't have no right messin' with my trap lines. He cheated me out of my bounty money lettin' that wolf go free."
A low growl sounded from the brush. Tom reached into the truck, grabbing for his ten gauge. Before his hands could latch onto the gun, a set of fangs sank deep into his leg. He jerked around, then dropped his gun as another set of teeth snapped the bones in the back of his neck.
Ted dove into the truck, slamming the door shut behind him. He clamped his hands over his ears but he could still hear Tom's screams as the pack ripped his body apart.
"I told him it wasn't right."
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