"Tears are streaming down my face at 2:39 am. Lemme tell ya  why.
                  
I bought a book today, bc I'm that girl, and the author is a  fellow rockhound, and I have started a small collection of autographed  I-know-the-author books. And because it's about a cat, and I'm also that crazy  cat lady, so... right up my alley. After mining hard for 2 days, I started my  book before bedtime, got through 3 chapters, and fell asleep, so bleary-eyed I  couldn't see straight. I set an alarm for 6, and fell asleep exhausted to catch  some rest before the last day of the Fall Rock Swap and Dig at Graves. 
About an hour ago, I guess I must have dreamed the alarm  went off. With great difficulty and much soreness, I dragged myself out of bed,  ate some Ibuprofen, made coffee, and decided to read a couple more chapters  before I get dressed, to give the meds time to kick in before I neaten my  campervan mess, and head back to the mine. 
121 pages in, I'm bawling my eyes out over a dead coyote,  when I finally look at the clock. 2:39 am. Not 6:30. Not almost daylight. Not  time to go mining. No...! It's the middle of the night, and I am supposed to be  sleeping. 
Coyotes... my Grandpa used to trap 'em back in the 80's.  Now.... here I sit, full circle, mid-mining trip in the dead of night crying  over a dead one I never met. 
Richard J. Jacquot, Jr.... you authored one heck of a tale!!  Your Papa and Smokey sounds like my Midnight, and his son Fluff McDuff, from my  childhood. Grandpa always told me he saw Midnight fighting a coyote once, and  he sure came home banged up and injured after that one! I am loving this book,  and intent on buying your others. 
For now... I'm gonna read a spell, now that I have dried my  tears and had a good laugh. When I am dragging tail at the mine in a few hours,  y'all know why. 
Reader friends and critter lovers, this is a seriously good  read!! Order a copy for yourself or a friend."
                  Marcie R. South Carolina