Loredo prowled around these abandoned grounds like a curious, peckish lion. Placing his paws carefully, one by one, staring straight ahead to optimise his peripheral vision, clenching his nose at the smell of blood, or baked beans - he wasn't exactly sure.
This big dinner plate of a property had been licked clean by some filthy savages. Their pots, even their seats still warm, and not even so much as a shin bone left behind to gnaw on. The creek had run dry. The deer had moved on. Loredo stopped, as if waiting for the herd to return, or for his lunch to fall from the sky. He placed his hands on his hips - one for frustration, and one for disappointment. He adjusted his hat, rolled a cigarette, and went to the supermarket.