И проиграли бой

           "Sure,he’sgood.Buthecan’tholduptothatsweetlittlebitch.Name’sMary,gentleasJesusinthepen,butshe’sjumpinghellinthefield.Neverseenadogcouldcoverthegroundthewayshecan."

           Macgavethenosesarub."Iseetheygotholesintothebarn.Youlet’emruninthebarn?"

           "No,theirbedsaretightagainstthewall.Warmerinthere."

           "Ifthebitcheverwhelps,I’dliketospeakapup."

           Theoldmansnorted."She’dhavetowhelpever’dayintheyeartosupplythepeoplethatwantsherpups."

           Macturnedslowlyfromthepenandlookedintothebrowneyes."Myname’sMcLeod,"hesaid,andheldouthishand.

           "Anderson’smine.Whatyouwant?"

           "Iwanttotalkstraighttoyou."

           Thesunwasgonenow,andthechickenshaddisappearedfromtheyard.Theeveningchillsettleddownamongthetrees."Sellingsomething,Mr.McLeod?Idon’twantnone."

           "Sure,we’resellingsomething,butit’sanewproduct."

           HistoneseemedtoreassureAnderson."Why’n’tyoucomeintothekitchenandhaveacupofcoffee?"

           "Idon’tmind,"saidMac.

           Thekitchenwasliketherestoftheplace,painted,scrubbed,swept.Thenickeltrimmingsonthestoveshonesothatitseemedwet.