Robinson got up.
"Come on, Roy," he said. "Let's go out and get chains on the car. We'll need them to make that south hill."
Roy Starr was trembling. Something had slipped inside him. Something that made him angry at all of them. Who did they think he was? Could they handle him like a ten year old kid?
"You want to lead Junior outside and give him a lecture," he snapped. "Please don't scare these good people. Well, you can all go to hell. I'm going after a deer. If it turns out to be the phantom buck, I'll get him. I'm going alone and I don't need you or the car or anything else. I still got two good feet."
They sat there and watched him go. Robinson sat down a little weakly. They heard Roy pick up his rifle in the kitchen and waited until his footsteps faded beyond the woodshed.
"Well," Robinson said at last, "I guess Junior is on the warpath."
Glenn Starr looked at his watch. He halted in the protection of the evergreen grove and turned his back to the wind. Marjorie Wrenn caught up with him.
"Better rest," Glenn said. "It's after noon."
He found some sandwiches in his pocket and passed her one. The girl's face was very pale.