Wolf, who had frozen as the wounded man spoke, turned to see who had spoken. It was a short wide man with a big bulbous nose, and a wicked looking grin with several teeth missing; the very man who had gotten him in trouble in the first place, the man in the pickup truck. The man hissed, "You had better look to your master, Raven, if I were you. I've a quarrel or two to settle with him."
Wolf tried to calm himself; he took a deep breath and let it out. "Who are you?"
"I'm more interested in who you are, little man. I've heard all about you and that little girl. You're pretty dangerous with that bow. I saw those arrows; real nasty things those little points. I bet you paid a few pennies for them."
"What is it to you?" Wolf demanded, his anxiety rising a little.
"Temper, temper, little bo
