richard ford, rock springs

     ..."He ran sixty yard after she hit him, and went down when he jumped the fence," Bonnie said authoritatively. "It was a heart shot, and sometimes those take time to take effect."
    "He ran like a scalded dog," Phyllis said, "and dropped like a load of shit." Phyllis had short blond hair and a hard mouth that seemed to want to say hard things.
     "We saw a wounded doe too," Bonnie said and looked aggravated about it. "That really makes you mad."
     "The man may have tracked it, though," I said. "It may have been a mistake. You can't tell about those things."
     "That's true enough," Bonnie said and looked at Phyllis hopefully, but Phyllis didn't look up. I tried to imagine the two of them dragging a dead deer out of the woods, and it was easy.

     RICHARD FORD, ROCK SPRING,  GOING TO THE DOGS