The old hunter explored the oven and found a square of hot cornbread.
"The flat-horned buck's come back," he drawled. "We'll get him this fall when his horns are prime."
He dropped into a chair and began to unlace his boots.
"I jes' killed that big gator they call the king of the river," he said casually. "We'll go down to the backwater after dinner an' take off his hide."
