 This story is called the White Wolf. The timber wolves around French Creek had gotten out of hand. There were so many wolves, the farmers could not stop them from killing their cattle and sheep. So the state put a bounty on them. It would pay a hundred ten dollars for every wolf pellet he turned in. A butcher in town named Bill Williams thought that was pretty good money. He stopped working as a butcher and started killing wolves. He was good at it. Every year he killed five hundred. That came to more than five thousand dollars. It was quite a bit of money in those days. After four or five years, Bill had killed so many wolves, they were hardly any left in the area. So he retired. And he vowed never to harm another wolf because wolves had made him rich. Then one day, a farmer reported that a white wolf had killed two of his sheep. He had shot at it and hid it, but the wolves didn't have any effect. That wolf was all over the countryside, killing and running, but no one could stop him. One night, he came into Bill's yard and killed his pet cow. Bill forgot about his decision never to harm another wolf. He went into town, bought a young lamb, for bait. He took it out into the hills and tied it to a tree. Then he backed off about fifty yards and sat down under another tree. With his gun in his lap, he waited. When Bill didn't come back, his friends started looking for him. Finally, they found the lamb. It was still tied to a tree. It was hungry, but it was alive. Then they found Bill. He was sitting against the other tree, but he was dead. His throat had been torn open, but there was no sign of a struggle. His gun hadn't been fired, and there were no tracks in the soil around him. As for the white wolf, it was never seen again.