"Damon and Pythias," Ted answered happily. "Anybody who thinks they had a rack of horns last year should see them now!"
"Where they hangin' out?"
"Where they always are at this time of year, in the briers on Burned Mountain."
"And where," Al asked, "will they be come huntin' season?"
"I don't know, but I'm sure going to find out. One or the other of those heads will hang over our fireplace."
"For sure now?" Al smiled faintly.
"If it doesn't, it won't be for lack of trying on my part."
"One, two, three, four," Al counted rapidly. "One thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand—You'll have to get at the end of a long line of hunters who want those heads."
"I know a lot of hunters have tried for them, but they can be had."
"Anything can be had," Al observed sagely, "and one nice thing 'bout young 'uns is they think they can get it. Land either of those bucks and your picture'll be in every paper in the state. Maybe even in some out of state."