After eatin' his trout and makin' sure he picks out the wonderful, delicate chek meat that is not there when they steal the head from you, but he's not goin' on a rage about it in this post,
Delmonico puts on a light jacket and decides to sit on the porch. As he sits there he hears a coyotes off in the distance.
He slips back into the house and puts on heavier clothing and goes to his office and gets his new rifle, a Ballard Light Sporting Rifle in 32-40, the best rifle in the 1880's for the intended task.
Climbing to the top of Hornet's Nest Hill he uses his reed call and makes noises like an injured Jack Rabbit to bring the coyotes into range. Coyotes love Jack Rabbits fer lunch and sinch coyotes work the night shift it's about lunch time.
Suddenly the coyotes and the crippled Jack Rabbit noisies are forgoten, for of to the east on the horizon are funny colored lights. There are red one, green ones and blue ones, they seem to go one way and then the other really fast. They dissapear below the horizon and then they come back up. They blink red, green and blue, red, green and blue, then blue green and red, blue green and red and then shift back.
Delmonico is rather amazed at this and has not got the slightest idea what is going on.
As the light breeze dies to nothin' Delmonico can hear a slight low pitch humming noise comin' from the direction of the lights.
About this time Delmonico decides that he really don't like sittin' out on a hill by himself when there is such strange things goin' on around him.
Sides that he decides he really ain't in the mood to be skinnin' coyotes by lantern light.
He then heads back to the house and sees that everyone else has went to bed, so he undresses and turns out his lantern, not really thinkin' that it is that important that he needs to wake anyone else. But as he goes to bed he looks out and sees red, green, blue red, green, blue, blue, green red, blue, green, red dancin' around to the east.
As he falls asleep he can still hear a low hummin' noise.