"If you didn't, you'd never be wasting daylight hours just talking."
"Corn ain't in and it ain't gonna be," Harky stated. "It ain't none of your mix if 'tis or not. What I come to ask is, will you bring Glory and come hunting tonight?"
"Can I, Pa?" Melinda breathed.
"If you've a mind to," Mellie said.
"Oh, Pa!"
She kissed him, assured Harky that she would be there with Glory at nightfall, and ran into the house. Mellie turned glowing eyes on Harky.
"You do git yourself a wife come two-three years, don't cuss your girl children. Didja see her kiss me?"
"Fagh!" said Harky.
Duckfoot, sitting on the Mundee porch, was hopefully sniffing the pork chops Harky was frying inside. Knowing that in the fullness of time he would be gnawing the bones, Duckfoot licked his pendulous jowls in happy anticipation and blew through his nose.