flashlight from Chen Zhen and turned its light onto the wolf； which was still imbedded in the flock of sheep。 Bar bounded over the backs of the sheep； stepping on heads along the way； rolling and scrambling as it charged the wolf。
“Drive the sheep toward the wolf；” Bilgee shouted。 “We’ll pen it in so it can’t get away！” He took Chen Zhen’s hand； and the two of them herded the sheep toward the wolf and Gasmai。
Finally； Bar； his breath fouled； blood spurting from his nose； was standing beside Gasmai； but the wolf was still wedged in tightly among the sheep。 Mongolian hunting dogs are trained not to bite wolves on the back or other spots on the torso； so as to preserve the pelt。 Bar was going crazy trying to find a spot to sink his teeth into。 Seeing Bar there beside her； Gasmai turned sideways； lifted one leg； and grabbed the wolf ’s tail with both hands； laying it across her own leg。 Then with a shout； she cracked the tail over her knee。 With an agonizing howl； the wolf loosened its claws in the dirt； allowing mother and son to jerk it free of the sheep。 The big animal； its body convulsing with pain； turned to look at its wounded tail； which gave Bar an opening to go for its throat。 Letting the wolf claw at will； Bar pressed down with his front legs on the animal’s head and chest； and as he bit down； two streams of blood spurted from the wolf ’s carotid arteries。 It struggled madly for a minute or two before going limp； its long； bloody tongue slipping out through its teeth。 Gasmai wiped the wolf ’s blood from her face and panted。 To Chen Zhen； her face； red from the bitter cold； looked as if rouge made of wolf ’s blood had been smeared over it。 She struck him as the picture of prehistoric woman—brave； strong； and beautiful。
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The rank smell of blood rose into the air from the dead wolf； and the growls from dogs off to the east ceased abruptly as the other wolves fled； vanishing in the dark of night。 Moments later； from the marsh—land in the northwest came the mournful bays of wolves venting their grief over the loss of one of their own。
“I’m worse than useless；” Chen said with a sigh； deeply ashamed。 “Gutless as the sheep。 A dog is worth more than me； not to mention a woman。 Even a nine…year…old boy showed me up。”
With a smile； Gasmai shook her head。 “No；” she said。 “If you hadn’t e out to help； the wolves would have gotten our sheep。”
Bilgee smiled too。 “This is the first time I’ve seen a Chinese student help get sheep moving and light the area up with his flashlight。”
Chen Zhen bent over and felt the still…warm body of the dead wolf。 He hated himself for not having the courage to help Gasmai pull on the animal’s tail while it was alive； and for passing up a once…in… a…lifetime opportunity for a Chinese student to know what it’s like to fight a wolf with his bare hands。 The wolf was as intimidating dead as it had been alive。 Chen rubbed Bar’s big head； then found the courage to squat down and； with his thumb and fi rst finger； measure the dead wolf； from its nose to the tip of its tail。 It was longer than he was tall。 He sucked in a breath of frigid air。
Old Man Bilgee checked out the flock of sheep with the flashlight。
The thick tails of three or four of them had been bitten off and eaten by the wolf； leaving a bloody mess that had already frozen。 “Trading a few sheep tails for a wolf this big counts as a good deal；” Bilgee said as he and Chen dragged the carcass into the yurt to keep greedy neighboring dogs from venting their anger and ruining the hide。
The wolf ’s paws were much bigger than a dog’s； measuring one against his palm； Chen saw that they were about the same size。 No wonder wolves run so effortlessly through snow and across rocky hills。
“Tomorrow；” Bilgee said； “I’ll teach you how to skin a wolf。”
Gasmai carried a big pot of meat outside to reward Bar and the other dogs。 As Chen Zhen followed her out； he rubbed Bar’s big head and stroked his back； which was the size of a small table。 The dog wagged his tail gratefully。 “Were you scared back there？” Chen asked。
“Sure；” Gasmai said with a little laugh。 “Of course I was。 I was scared the wolf would drive the sheep out of the pen。 I’d lose all my work points。 I’m the head of a production team； and you can imagine what a humiliation it would be if I lost my sheep。” She bent down to pat the big dog’s head and said； “Sain Bar” （Good Bar）； over and over。 Bar dropped the bone he was chewing and raised his head to nudge his mistress’s hand； then stuck his nose up her sleeve； happily wagging his tail and sending out little eddies of air。 “Chenchen； I’ll give you a puppy after New Year’s；” Gasmai said。 “There are all sorts of ways to raise a dog。 Do a good job； and it’ll grow up to be like Bar。”
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He thanked her repeatedly。
Back in the yurt； Chen admitted that he’d been scared to death。 Old Man Bilgee laughed。 “I could tell when I grabbed your hand。 You were shaking like a leaf。 Do you think you could hold a knife in a fight like that？ If you plan to stay on the grassland； you’ll have to learn to be tougher than the wolves。 One day I’ll take you out to hunt them。 Back when Genghis Khan formed his army； he always picked the best wolf hunters。”
Chen nodded。 “I believe that；” he said。 “I really do。 If Gasmai rode into battle； she’d be more fearful than the female general Hua Mulan。”
“You Chinese don’t have many Hua Mulans； but there are lots of Mongol women like Gasmai。 At least one in every family。” The old man laughed again like an alpha wolf。
After that incident； Chen Zhen wanted to get as near to the wolves as possible so that he could study them。 He sensed that only by gaining an understanding of the wolves would he be able to prehend the Mongolian grassland and the people who lived there。 He even enter—tained the idea of stealing a cub from its den and raising it one day。
Although Bilgee was the most renowned hunter on the Olonbu—lag； he seldom went out hunting； and when he did； it was for foxes； not wolves。 People had gotten so caught up in the Cultural Revolution over the past couple of years that the traditional life of the grassland— a mixture of tending sheep and hunting wild animals—had been turned upside down； like a flock of sheep scattered in a blizzard。 Then； in the winter of that year； herds of Mongolian gazelle migrated across the bor—der into the Olonbulag； and the old man decided it was time to fulfill his promise to Chen to take him to see the wolves at close range so as to boost the young man’s courage and increase his knowledge。
Chen Zhen felt the old man nudge him with his elbow and saw him point to the snow…covered slope。 Chen trained his telescope on the spot。 The gazelles were still grazing nervously。 He watched as one of the wolves left the pack and ran off to the mountain west of them。 Chen’s heart sank。 “I guess they aren’t going to attack；” he whispered。 “Appar—ently； we’ve let ourselves freeze for nothing。”
“The pack won’t pass up an opportunity like this；” Bilgee said。 “The leader must have fel