Smoky knows only one way of life: freedom. Living on the openrange, he is free to go where he wants and to do what he wants. Andhe knows what he has to do to survive. He can beat any enemy,whether it be a rattlesnake or a hungry wolf. He is as much a partof the Wild West as it is of him, and Smoky can't imagine anythingelse. But then he comes across a new enemy, one that walks on twolegs and makes funny sounds. Smoky can't beat this enemy the way hehas all the others. But does he really want to? Or could giving upsome of his freedom mean getting something in return that's evenmore valuable?
