Tati drained the last of her beer. She watched through the window as a local loaded equipment into the bed of a pickup truck.
“These are good folks, Omar. I’d hate to kill any of them.”
Omar leaned close. “The full moon isn’t for three days. Let’s get back to the ranch. There’s a valley miles from town with deer, elk, and antelope. I’ve hunted there for years as a wolf. You don’t have to kill anyone.”
Tati shook her head. “What is this, a twelve-step program for werewolves?”
Omar chuckled. “Now there’s an idea. A twelve-step for recovering werewolves. It’s almost too bad there aren’t more of us.”