Chapter 18
Chiney pulled over behind Birddog’s car.
“Gentleman,” Birddog bellowed in his best virtuoso voice, “it has truly been an aggrandizement of my existence to have had the bestowing of your extolled personage on such a peon as I.”
“Ah, but my dear friend,” Chiney asserted with a wink, “to brighten your day is my burden to bear.”
Smiling and shaking his head, Birddog reached into the sack and removed one of the birds. He then waved goodbye to the two men and started to his car.
“Hey, Chiney,” Sam said, “can you give me a second to run one of these birds down to Bud?”
“Sure, no problem. I’ll wait for you here.”
Sam removed a bird from the burlap sack. As his hand appeared over the edge of the bed, Cotton began a low moaning, pressing his face to the wire mesh on the dog-box doo
