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«
Yeah
,
five
.
I
kept
the
biggest
.
»
«
What
kinda
dogs
you
think
they
’
re
gonna
be
?
»
«
I
dunno
,
"
said
Slim
.
«
Some
kinda
shepherds
,
I
guess
.
That
’
s
the
most
kind
I
seen
around
here
when
she
was
in
heat
.
»
Carlson
went
on
,
«
Got
five
pups
,
huh
.
Gonna
keep
all
of
‘
em
?
»
«
I
dunno
.
Have
to
keep
‘
em
a
while
so
they
can
drink
Lulu
’
s
milk
.
»
Carlson
said
thoughtfully
,
«
Well
,
looka
here
,
Slim
.
I
been
thinkin
’
.
That
dog
of
Candy
’
s
is
so
God
damn
old
he
can
’
t
hardly
walk
.
Stinks
like
hell
,
too
.
Ever
’
time
he
comes
into
the
bunk
house
I
can
smell
him
for
two
,
three
days
.
Why
’
n
’
t
you
get
Candy
to
shoot
his
old
dog
and
give
him
one
of
the
pups
to
raise
up
?
I
can
smell
that
dog
a
mile
away
.
Got
no
teeth
,
damn
near
blind
,
can
’
t
eat
.
Candy
feeds
him
milk
.
He
can
’
t
chew
nothing
else
.
»
George
had
been
staring
intently
at
Slim
.
Suddenly
a
triangle
began
to
ring
outside
,
slowly
at
first
,
and
then
faster
and
faster
until
the
beat
of
it
disappeared
into
one
ringing
sound
.
It
stopped
as
suddenly
as
it
had
started
.
«
There
she
goes
,
"
said
Carlson
.
Outside
,
there
was
a
burst
of
voices
as
a
group
of
men
went
by
.
Slim
stood
up
slowly
and
with
dignity
.
«
You
guys
better
come
on
while
they
’
s
still
something
to
eat
.
Won
’
t
be
nothing
left
in
a
couple
of
minutes
.
»
