Four weeks old, the man was saying. That’s the best’n, but you can pick whichever one you want. Do what? His daddy’s a blooded bluetick—half bluetick half walker, the pups. Makes as good a treedog as they is goin. You like that’n? Yessir, he said. Well, he’s yourn then. You can take him home with ye in about another month, say.
