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Candy
rolled
to
the
edge
of
his
bunk
.
He
reached
over
and
patted
the
ancient
dog
,
and
he
apologized
,
«
I
been
around
him
so
much
I
never
notice
how
he
stinks
.
»
«
Well
,
I
can
’
t
stand
him
in
here
,
"
said
Carlson
.
«
That
stink
hangs
around
even
after
he
’
s
gone
.
»
He
walked
over
with
his
heavy
-
legged
stride
and
looked
down
at
the
dog
.
«
Got
no
teeth
,
"
he
said
.
«
He
’
s
all
stiff
with
rheumatism
.
He
ain
’
t
no
good
to
you
,
Candy
.
An
’
he
ain
’
t
no
good
to
himself
.
Why
’
n
’
t
you
shoot
him
,
Candy
?
»
The
old
man
squirmed
uncomfortably
.
«
Well
—
hell
!
I
had
him
so
long
.
Had
him
since
he
was
a
pup
.
I
herded
sheep
with
him
.
»
He
said
proudly
,
«
You
wouldn
’
t
think
it
to
look
at
him
now
,
but
he
was
the
best
damn
sheep
dog
I
ever
seen
.
»
George
said
,
«
I
seen
a
guy
in
Weed
that
had
an
Airedale
could
herd
sheep
.
Learned
it
from
the
other
dogs
.
»
Carlson
was
not
to
be
put
off
.
«
Look
,
Candy
.
This
ol
’
dog
jus
’
suffers
hisself
all
the
time
.
If
you
was
to
take
him
out
and
shoot
him
right
in
the
back
of
the
head
—
"
he
leaned
over
and
pointed
,
«
—
right
there
,
why
he
’
d
never
know
what
hit
him
.
»
Candy
looked
about
unhappily
.
«
No
,
"
he
said
softly
.
«
No
,
I
couldn
’
t
do
that
.
I
had
‘
im
too
long
.
»
«
He
don
’
t
have
no
fun
,
"
Carlson
insisted
.
«
And
he
stinks
to
beat
hell
.
Tell
you
what
.
I
’
ll
shoot
him
for
you
.
Then
it
won
’
t
be
you
that
does
it
.
»
Candy
threw
his
legs
off
his
bunk
.
He
scratched
the
white
stubble
whiskers
on
his
cheek
nervously
.
«
I
’
m
so
used
to
him
,
"
he
said
softly
.
«
I
had
him
from
a
pup
.
»
«
Well
,
you
ain
’
t
bein
’
kind
to
him
keepin
’
him
alive
,
"
said
Carlson
.
«
Look
,
Slim
’
s
bitch
got
a
litter
right
now
.
I
bet
Slim
would
give
you
one
of
them
pups
to
raise
up
,
wouldn
’
t
you
,
Slim
?
»
The
skinner
had
been
studying
the
old
dog
with
his
calm
eyes
.
«
Yeah
,
"
he
said
.
«
You
can
have
a
pup
if
you
want
to
.
»
He
seemed
to
shake
himself
free
for
speech
.
«
Carl
’
s
right
,
Candy
.
That
dog
ain
’
t
no
good
to
himself
.
I
wisht
somebody
’
d
shoot
me
if
I
get
old
an
’
a
cripple
.
»
