Dad and I were checking cows one morning, counting coupons.That was his term for counting newborn calves. I have no idea where that term came from, but he always said that.We saw a coyote among the calves. Those who raise cattle have to watch for predators because they kill small calves.Dad wasn’t carrying a gun that day, which was unusual, but he was determined to get the coyote out of the herd.All he had was a rope He gave me quick instructions to drive the pickup, and he jumped in the bed of the pickup and got his rope ready.