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Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I can now state unequivocally there is not an ounce of cheese up here.

There's a cow who goes by now and then, but much too fast to be milked.

I'm quite comfortable just now, but you should see me at full moon.

I keep sliding off.

Tonight's program has been a rather long time in the making.

The life from that star, for example, has taken 50 ,000 years to reach you.

But I suppose that is rather unimpressive, considering the age of

now seen on television.

Our story is considerably younger.

It is called Coyote Moon.

I tried out for the title role, but was rejected.

They're using the real thing.

favoritism, you know.

Out in the desert.

Lying on the edge of the highway.

Mister, we pay a bounty on coyotes in this part of the state. I know, but I

couldn't leave him lying out there in the sun to die.

He might have hydrophobic.

No, he's been hit by a car.

He might pull through if we could get him to a vet.

A vet?

Sure, this is a cow town, isn't it?

There ought to be a vet around here.

What, you think any cow doctor's gonna go to work on a coyote?

Why not?

Mister, this here's the absolute most worthless critter the good Lord ever

Good work for him.

You'd have a plague of ground squirrels and rabbits inside of you here.

You know, one of these crews will take a sheepdog twice their size out in the

hills and lick the tar off it.

Sure, that's cold courage for you.

I'll go phone Doc Parker.

They send the wagon by here for me, I'm going to blame you.

Thanks.

Is he hurt very bad?

That dog, I mean.

Well, that isn't a dog. That's a coyote.

Oh.

I found him on the highway. He'd been hit by a car. I felt sorry for him lying

out there in that hot sun.

Boy, I know how he feels.

Oh?

Well, I'm going west to see my mother. She's sick, you know, and I've been

trying to get out there to see her.

Boy, it feels like I've been on this road forever.

Well, don't you worry about me. I'm going to get there. I'm in the

now.

Sentinel Mesa.

My brother Harry's working out there, and as soon as I get there, we're going

drive the rest away in his car.

If it ain't too late.

Sentinel Mesa?

It's somewhere west of here.

Oh?

You going west?

52 miles.

Boy, it wouldn't take long to swell a car like this.

Wonder how long...

Mr. Sentinel Mesa?

All right. Sentinel Mesa.

Charge, you got us right, didn't you, honey?

You don't know how we appreciate this, mister. We was about done in.

Come on, there's plenty of room up here in front for all of us.

What? He's my father.

You didn't say anything.

He's just a swell rig, though.

All the comforts of home.

Can't tell you what this means to me and Julie, mister.

Yes, I do.

I'm going to teach at the university.

Oh, a professor, huh?

Associate.

And then?

Not quite a professor, almost.

Yeah,

professors make pretty good money in here.

$2 .85, $3 .20 an hour, somebody's telling me.

You fellas must have pretty strong ears.

Congratulations. Yes, sir.

When you get out to California, I sure ought to see that baby of yours.

You know him?

How would I know him?

You've been giving him such a going over, I thought you might be looking for

someone. Brother Harry, maybe?

Brother Harry's in Sentinel Mesa.

may have nothing to do with hitchhikers. They get a policy.

Never know who you're going to pick up.

99 times out of 100, they'll be okay.

Like Julie and me here.

That 100 fella, he's the one that'll give you trouble.

You really think so?

You're doggone right I do.

Can't be too careful these days.

pocketbook.

You got a spare?

Behind the front seat.

I'll take care of it, Professor.

I'm a crackerjack of flats.

What's this?

Paper cups, napkins, picnic stuff.

Well, from here on out, I'll take care of the breakdown.

It's only ten miles to Sentinel Mesa.

Boy, I'm glad.

I'm so hungry.

You're looking at the only garage in Sentinel, Mesa, mister.

Right out them windows.

We ain't never had anybody working here named Harry.

255, 3, and 5.

What else you all think?

Got a spare tire, put it back and everything.

Put it back myself, save you 80 cents. You stick a little pop, you make

some money.

How about Brother Harry?

You know, that had me stumped for a minute.

I just swore he wrote he was working in Sentinel Mesa.

Sure.

Sure what?

Aren't Sentinel Mesa at all?

Sentinel Mountain.

Happens all the time.

Bet I know right where he's working. The Ace.

Ace. Ace Price. Ace.

Ace Price. Yeah, even the post office gets mixed up.

Two towns on the same highway, 28 miles apart, both Sentinel.

Mesa and Mountain.

How do you feel, honey?

Not so good.

She's, uh, you know...

Oh, poor thing. Why don't you tell me?

Well, I get to fit in so bad, I don't like to talk about it. I get dizzy now

then. 28 miles to Sentinel Mountain.

When's the next bus due?

Bus? Huh?

I'm going to do you both a favor. I'm going to pay your fare to Sentinel

Mountain. Ain't no bus stops here.

This is the country.

Oh, my. She's faded.

Wait, where's the nearest doctor?

Doc Willoughby, 28 miles.

Get her out of the car. Yeah.

You just go to the Ace Garage.

And you ask for Dr. Willoughby. I'll tell you whatever.

like you're fresh out. Here, have one of mine.

Why would I put that in my pocket?

How about that coffee, baby?

Julie?

Uh, we only got this one cup.

Oh, well, what do we do? Take turns?

We've got some more.

No, no need to stop.

Pour the professor a cup.

See, how do you like it? Cream, sugar? I remember, I remember.

Never mind.

We're stopping here anyway.

And now let's get out the cups and have a parting drink.

But I just told you... I know what you just told me. I'm telling you to get

You too, Julie.

Did we do something wrong?

Out.

Out!

Ain't nobody here.

Just like the coyote.

Your old man doesn't miss a trick, does he?

He sold them both. That's a junk tire.

Where'd it go?

This is my boy Harry, Professor.

He quit his job at the Ace Garage, didn't you, Harry?

Yeah. Had a little hard luck with the car he was going to drive us to

in, didn't you, Harry? Yeah.

all ride west together.

Right, Harry?

Yeah.

He says Pop stole his tires.

What tires?

Right off the car.

Why would I do a thing like that?

There's a junk tire on my back wheel. Garage man done it. Figured he'd crook

minute I saw him.

Mister, do I understand you call my old man a thief?

He stole my tires.

Now, ain't that gratitude for you?

We come along with him. keep him company, make coffee for him, help him

flat tires. And you go on calling him dirty names.

What kind of man are you, Professor?

Hey, he's fixing to leave us here.

Is that right, Professor?

You call my old man a thief and my sister a liar and tell him you're going

dump him out here in the desert?

You do all them things?

Huh?

You know, if it was up to me,

I wouldn't take you one step further.

What's the matter? I guess.

Hey, Professor, how long since you got gas?

Abilene or someplace like that.

Abilene? That's 300 miles.

Well, maybe it wasn't Abilene. Maybe it was someplace in Oklahoma.

Dumb jerk.

And I thought professors were supposed to be so smart.

Absent -minded, too.

You think it's funny, don't you?

You know where we are?

Halfway between Sentinel Mountain and El Paso.

There's 30 miles of desert before we get to the next water.

You'll adapt.

Water puts you right in our teeth.

Somebody's coming. Go on.

Get out there. Hurry.

Take me to police, please.

Do you wish the police department at El Paso or Sentinel Mount?

Anyone, but make it fast.

I'm at Scorpion Springs.

They robbed me blind and they're walking away.

Boy, mister, we sure do appreciate this.

Hey, pops, Harry, come on.

Well, they sure are. That old highway sure is hot on the dogs.

How far you going, mister?

El Paso.

Laryngitis.

I'll be right back.

Hey. Hey, where are you going?

Done check what's flooding it.

Bet I can sign it for him.

Unless they do that.

car was right here.

Hey! Hey there! That's my car!

That's a police car.

Sure did.

Does it sound like I have something wrong with my throat, you three lying

tramps? Don't help me. You're going to go to jail if I have to put you there

myself.

Lord, tell him all about it. I'll tell you all about it.

you're wondering about Julie, Harry and Pops, that trio of Nietzsche's noblemen,

they received just what they deserved and more.

As it turned out, they had been part of a gang of hijackers that stole

supermarket carts, filed off the serial numbers, smuggled them to

Mexico where they had sold them as baby carriages.

The court showed them no mercy.

I hope you didn't mind the lack of murder and mayhem in tonight's story,

thought we might give you a vacation from it.

For those of you who insist on violence, I can only refer you to your daily

paper or your innermost thoughts.

Next time we promise to do better. Until then, good night.