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Wiley
BY WENDY WOYSKI * PHOTOGRAPHY BY ROBERT GOODMAN
They're out there. You may not see them, but just beyond the reach of city lights, in that nearby tract of undeveloped land, in a dry wash, golf course, or county park, they see you. And they watch you from a distance.
As time passes, perhaps weeks or months, and no harm befalls them, the pair grows bolder. They're hungry now. Construction within their territory has scared away most of their natural prey.
They slink closer, barely visible in the red glow of daytime's close. They smell hot dogs cooking. They find and devour a discarded apple core, a greasy hamburger wrapper, a chicken bone.
Further emboldened by these mouthwatering discoveries, they hunker down in the shadows. They sniff the air. Oh, those smells! They inch closer to your garbage cans ‹ they're uncovered but a latched gate blocks the way....
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The March/April 2003 Issue is out. Find it at Las Vegas bookstores today.
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