I used to live in the high desert near Hesperia, CA. My old mutt used to run pretty free around my 10 acre scrub brush sperad until one morning, I let her out to pee as usual then go to get my coffee.
My wife starts yelling at me to come quick about 5 minutes later from the front porch, and I go out and see in the field in front of my house about 40 yards out- 4 Coyotes have my mutt down on her back tearing into her belly. I freaked out and with no weapon ran towards them screaming in my bathrobe, ready to fight with my teeth. They all scattered and disappeared into the brush leaving my dog all bleeding and thrashed. My mutt, high on adrenaline limped it back to the porch where she collapsed in a mess of blood and fur..
I threw on some shorts and picked her up, loaded her into the truck where she rode on my lap all the way to the animal hospital.
They took her in, and a few surgeries later she was right as rain.
She's also had her left eye scratched out when she was a pup, and has darn near fused hips, so when she runs, it's more like her rear legs hop in unison. She still gets around real good though, and chases coons, possums, squirrels and rabbits. She's also a hell of a good snake killer. She's about eleven years old now. Her name is Pearl.
Good dog.
Sorry no dead yotes in this story, but it all happened pretty fast.