One evening, while Jerry McCoy sat on the back porch of his parent's home, drinking a nice cold Bud, he heard a piercing scream. The shriek of a woman's cry made him stand. The growling of wild dogs forced him to run. The bottle he still held flew through the air toward a small pack of coyotes. When they ran off, his heart constricted at the sight of the young Mexican woman who was badly wounded. "Por favor. No me hagas daño." Even though Jerry didn't understand what she said, her words made Jerry fall to his knees.