"I—I guess so."
"You know of those two bucks they call Damon and Pythias?"
"Everyone does."
Thornton said, "I want them."
"You—?"
"That's right. With those two heads on the wall—" Thornton shrugged. "Crestwood would be mentioned in every paper in the state. If they're really records, there probably would be national publicity. In any event, they'll help bring guests here."
"But—Nobody has even managed to get near those two bucks in hunting season."
Thornton looked shrewdly at him. "But before the season?"
"You mean?"
"That's just what I mean. Those two bucks don't go into hiding until after hunters take to the woods. I'm pretty sure that anyone who knew what he was doing could get both of them before the season opened. How about it?"