"About what?"
Bill Boody was tall, slim, and well put together. His face, burned dark from sun and rain, was sensitive and mirrored friendliness and intelligence.
"About the phantom buck," Robinson said.
"We all have," Boody said. "Norm told you I saw the phantom once, didn't he?"
Robinson nodded.
"Why didn't the phantom attack you, Bill?"
Boody shook his head.
"I don't know. It was the phantom all right. He was big—and grand, like sort of a God."
Neither of them said anything for a while. Roy was sleeping. His breathing came easier now.
"I guess I sound a little corny," Boody said. "I don't mean to."