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Updated: May 26, 2025

Even that unconquerable hero showed signs of weakening, lagging behind to "sick" his yellow cur into the wild-grape thickets in search of mountain lion and other equally ambitious game. Melissa turned in the narrow path, and waited for him to overtake her. "I b'lieve you'd better wait here, 'Lyss," she said gravely. "You can go up the bank there and pick some tunas.

Margaret Collier Graham - Stories of the Foot-hills