kit-fox's

Updated: May 21, 2025

And when we finally pulled you loose, he picked up his hat and made a run for it." Ford meditated gloomily. "I'll lick him again, and lick him when I'm sober, by thunder!" he promised grimly. "Who was he, do you know?" "No, I don't. Little, dried-up geezer with a nose like a kit-fox's and a whine to his voice. He won't come around here no more."

B. M. Bower - The Uphill Climb