Rainie broke into the conversation, “He ain’t just an ordinary coon. He’s an old-timer. Folks call him the ‘ghost coon.’
Believe me, he is a ghost. He just runs hounds long enough to get them all warmed up, then climbs a tree and disappears.
Our old blue hound has treed him more times than—”
Rubin told Rainie to shut up and let him do the talking.
Looking over at me, he said, “What do you say? Want to bet two dollars your hounds can tree him?”
I looked at my grandfather, but he didn’t help me.
I told Rubin I didn’t want to bet, but I was pretty sure my dogs could tree the ghost coon.
Rainie butted in again, “What’s the matter? You ‘yellow’?”
I felt the hot blood rush into my face. My stomach felt like something alive was crawling in it.
I doubled up my right fist and was on the point of hitting Rainie in one of his eyes when I felt my grandfather’s hand on my shoulder.
I looked up. His eyes flashed as he looked at me. A strange little smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth.
The big artery in his neck was pounding out and in. It reminded me of a young bird that had fallen out of a nest and lay dying on the ground.
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