My timing and my kick are solid, connecting my boot with his snout. It's a rather sickening sound and feeling as I thump him in the nose with the end of my boot. The coyote emits a sharp cry of pain and stumbles backward out of instinct –  before rolling off the roof of the wagon. I don't wait around to see if he gets up – I jump down and start to run as fast as I can through the sand toward the Trailduster. It's not a far jaunt, and I have a rifle in there that can take care of this problem – as long as I can get there without being bit.