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said, “till the temperature drops really low and we’re in a cabin tonight and you have to go to the bathroom—which is about a block away from the cabins. You’ll wear it.”
    â€œI wear black,” Troy said.
    It wasn’t worth arguing about. Jack didn’t have a watch on, but it seemed to him that Nicole, the ranger, should have reached them by now. Tree shadows were beginning to lengthen; the sun hung halfway down the sky.
    â€œBring my backpack when you get out of the jeep,” he told Ashley. He had a new issue of Photography Today in it; while he was waiting, he might as well give it a look-through.
    Dragging her parka and Jack’s along with Jack’s pack, Ashley backed out of the jeep. When her feet touched the ground, she slammed the door. Immediately she said, “Uh-oh,” and looked worried.
    â€œWhat?” Jack asked.
    â€œI think I kicked the lock button on my way out.” She tested the jeep doors. “Yep. It’s all locked up. Can’t get in.”
    â€œDoesn’t matter,” Jack said. “We don’t need anything from in there. The ranger’s going to take us to Roosevelt Lodge and Dad already gave me money for dinner. It’s in my pocket.”
    â€œWhere is she?” Ashley wondered.
    â€œShe’ll get here soon,” Jack answered, and opened his magazine.
    More minutes dragged by. “I want to see some wolves,” Troy announced. “Your mom said there were wolves in this part of Yellowstone.”
    â€œWe have to stay here,” Jack said, not looking up.
    â€œI’m just gonna walk along the creek and look for wolves.” Troy narrowed his eyes as if challenging Jack to try to stop him.
    The creek was only a couple of hundred yards away, close enough that the ranger could easily see them when she arrived.
    Even though his father hadn’t instructed him to, Jack knew he’d better stick pretty close to Troy. “I’m going with him. Ashley, you wait here for the ranger.”
    â€œForget that! I’m not staying all by myself in this parking lot with the jeep locked so I can’t get inside,” Ashley answered. “If you’re going, I’m going too.”
    Jack hesitated, but only for a minute, because Troy was running toward the creek bank. If he climbed down the bank, Jack might lose sight of him. “OK,” he told Ashley, “you can come. But bring—” He stopped to think what he ought to take with them. Always prepare for the worst—that was his mother’s motto. If they started fooling around near the creek bed, Ashley might fall in, and the water was cold. “Bring your parka,” he ordered her. “Mine too. And my backpack. It’s right there.”
    Ashley wrinkled her nose at him. “If you want it, you can carry it. I’m not carrying your backpack for you.”
    Jack said, “No one asked you to, tick-brain. And I want it because my camera’s in it, and hurry up because I need to catch up to Troy so he won’t get lost.”
    â€œLost?” Ashley began to protest. “How can he—?”
    â€œJust COME!” Jack grabbed his backpack and took off, not even waiting to see whether Ashley followed. After a minute he heard her footsteps behind him, but Troy was getting harder to see because he’d gone behind some trees. Between the branches, Jack caught flashes of Troy’s shiny black jacket. It was moving away from them, fast.
    That jerk Troy! He was heading down the nature trail!
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    He was close now. As the wolf and his mate sniffed the air, the man squinted through his rifle scope, locking on the silver wolf’s forehead. “Hold on…hold on,” he whispered as his finger found the trigger. Suddenly the wolf bolted out of his crosshairs and cantered down the mountain. “Demon wolves,” the man muttered. “Don’t matter. You’ll be dead soon