"Where do they lurk during deer season?"
"Nobody knows exactly," Ted admitted. "They've been seen in a dozen parts of the Mahela. Sometimes they've been 'seen' in a dozen different places at the same hour on the same day. We'll just have to plan as we go along."
"That suits me. I'll help with the dishes."
"I'll do them."
"You'll spoil me!"
"Take it easy while you can. You're in for some rough days."
John Wilson resumed sitting in the easy chair. Before Ted washed the dishes, he stole a glance at Al's note.
Ted; I got enuf. Don't send Tammy agen til deer seson ends. I wish your sport luk. I saw one of the big buks on burned mountin today. Gess you'll find both.
Your dad
Ted nodded, satisfied. If Damon and Pythias were still on Burned Mountain, he knew exactly where to go. He touched the note to the flame, waited until it burned to ashes, swept them into a wastebasket and joined his guest.
John Wilson, looking at the dying embers in the fireplace, asked quietly, "Got your campaign mapped, General?"