“All right, listen, Orval,” he said, calm now. “I’m sorry. They were fine dogs. Believe me, I’m sorry.” There was a sudden movement next to him. Shingleton was sighting his rifle, firing down at a clump of brush. “Shingleton, I told you to stop!” “I saw something move.” “Two days’ pay that cost you, Shingleton. Your wife’s going to be mad like hell.” “But I saw something move I tell you.”
