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Simple lowered the rifle. Jerry Whitt came up huffing. "Kill him," hissed Jerry. "Damnit, Jason, shoot that fox." alive!" The old hound wagged his tail feebly. "He's alive!" yelled Jason. "Jubal's Carl bent, ducked his head to hide his The fox stood still, sides heaving. "Shoot him!" wailed Jerry. Jason squeezed the trigger. snapped at the bullet in his side, tumbled from the ledge and vanished under the tree, and waited for Carl. "Jason nailed him!" Jason lifted the .22 and sighted again. The red fox leapt sideways, snarled and tears, and hugged the old hound gently. The sun was high and the snow was melting when Carl, staggering under Jubal's weight, slumped gratefully to the porch. Jason dropped down beside him and laid down the rifles. Dora burst out the door. wore out." tangle of angryhis eyes, leaned against a hounds. Jason closed "We got him!" Jerry yelled to the others. "He's alive," grinned Carl. "Just plumb wore out. Him, me, Jason, and King is all Jason relaxed. "Well, Jason," Carl said Later, in front of the fireplace, Carl and Jason wept softly. "Git!" to his master. "Go away," mumbled Jason. King left the pack and bounced proudly King, puzzled, backed off and watched as Jerry Whitt retrieved the dead fox. "Biggest red fox I ever seen," yelled Jerry. "Would you look at this?" its own blood, the little fox didn't at all gently, "we found out that King is a foxhound. And that you're a fox hunter." Jason met Carl's smile with a tight scowl. "King's a foxhound," Jason whispered, "but I ain't no hunter." "You'll feel different after you rest up," grinned Carl. "You'll see." The yellow lantern light flickered as lay gratefully in his nest of old quilts, and stirred only enough to lick Jason's hand. King lay aloof. "Mad at me? Jason asked softly. King Jason crept in under the porch floor. Jubal Jason looked. Limp, torn, drenched in "I better go check on Jubal and King," Jason said quickly. look like something twenty dogs and eight hunters would chase all night. Jason sat down heavily on a dead log. Carl joined he whispered. him. "Good shot," grunted Carl. "And, son, your dog has growed up too." Jason looked up. "What about Jubal?" break King nosed into a thicket and whined. Carl trembled as he pushed the limbs aside. declined the offers of help. Carl, Jason, and King started backtracking. At day- "We'll find him," Carl said grimly. He on, you overgrowed puppy dog." King relented, wagged, and crawled into Jason's arms. ' You big old biscuit eater," Jason said softly. He hugged his even heard of a fox on the run. stared. "Come here," said Jason. "Come hound close, and wished that he a never A feUa once asked me if I knew whar Instanbul was. He said thar was. Told 'im I knowed it weU. I asked 'im if they was folks thar. -Nathan Holaday http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Appalachian Review University of North Carolina Press

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Holaday, Nathan.
Appalachian Review , Volume 16 (1) – Jan 8, 1988
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lowered the rifle. Jerry Whitt came up huffing. "Kill him," hissed Jerry. "Damnit, Jason, shoot that fox." alive!" The old hound wagged his tail feebly. "He's alive!" yelled Jason. "Jubal's Carl bent, ducked his head to hide his The fox stood still, sides heaving. "Shoot him!" wailed Jerry. Jason squeezed the trigger. snapped at the bullet in his side, tumbled from the ledge and vanished under the tree, and waited for Carl. "Jason nailed him!" Jason lifted the .22 and sighted again. The red fox leapt sideways, snarled and tears, and hugged the old hound gently. The sun was high and the snow was melting when Carl, staggering under Jubal's weight, slumped gratefully to the porch. Jason dropped down beside him and laid down the rifles. Dora burst out the door. wore out." tangle of angryhis eyes, leaned against a hounds. Jason closed "We got him!" Jerry yelled to the others. "He's alive," grinned Carl. "Just plumb wore out. Him, me, Jason, and King is all Jason relaxed. "Well, Jason," Carl said Later, in front of the fireplace, Carl and Jason wept softly. "Git!" to his master. "Go away," mumbled Jason. King left the pack and bounced proudly King, puzzled, backed off and watched as Jerry Whitt retrieved the dead fox. "Biggest red fox I ever seen," yelled Jerry. "Would you look at this?" its own blood, the little fox didn't at all gently, "we found out that King is a foxhound. And that you're a fox hunter." Jason met Carl's smile with a tight scowl. "King's a foxhound," Jason whispered, "but I ain't no hunter." "You'll feel different after you rest up," grinned Carl. "You'll see." The yellow lantern light flickered as lay gratefully in his nest of old quilts, and stirred only enough to lick Jason's hand. King lay aloof. "Mad at me? Jason asked softly. King Jason crept in under the porch floor. Jubal Jason looked. Limp, torn, drenched in "I better go check on Jubal and King," Jason said quickly. look like something twenty dogs and eight hunters would chase all night. Jason sat down heavily on a dead log. Carl joined he whispered. him. "Good shot," grunted Carl. "And, son, your dog has growed up too." Jason looked up. "What about Jubal?" break King nosed into a thicket and whined. Carl trembled as he pushed the limbs aside. declined the offers of help. Carl, Jason, and King started backtracking. At day- "We'll find him," Carl said grimly. He on, you overgrowed puppy dog." King relented, wagged, and crawled into Jason's arms. ' You big old biscuit eater," Jason said softly. He hugged his even heard of a fox on the run. stared. "Come here," said Jason. "Come hound close, and wished that he a never A feUa once asked me if I knew whar Instanbul was. He said thar was. Told 'im I knowed it weU. I asked 'im if they was folks thar. -Nathan Holaday

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