Chapter 48
“CONMAN!” CRISPIE CALLED to one hound that was drifting a bit too far off. The hound begrudgingly turned and blended back in with the pack. “He was a problem at times last season,” Crispie remarked. “Tended to go off on his own, babbled some, the other hounds learned not to honor him when he did that. Then, when we were hacking in, he took off a time or two, ran back out into the country. Took us a while to round ’im up.”
“He’s been much better so far this season,” Ryman observed.
“Aye, that he has, Master. But I expect that may be due to how busy we’ve been, always some fox’s brush to be hot after. I’m concerned, though, that if we have a slow day, he might revert back to those bad habits.”
Ryman turned toward Conman and the hound’s eyes locked on the human looking down at
