Chapter Fifteen
Called
Yo walked over to where Art stood gazing out across the river. Their two-day guests had just left, delighted with the caiman they managed to capture with only a rod and reel. Art had gutted the small reptile and placed it in a bag of ice so the customers could have it mounted when they got back to Shreveport.
"Thierry and Brew said to expect lunch around noon." Yo peered in the direction the big guy was staring. "What are you looking at?"
Art pointed toward the north. "Pud."
Yo shielded his eyes. The red stag was grazing amid the dry pampas grass not too far from the other side of the water.
"You"d think that after a couple of weeks he would have heard something," Art drawled. "He"s hurting."
"I know. And I know how he feels."
"Think she"ll come back to him?"
