Jim pulled the burlap sacks off the deer and Liz looked at them.

All the time Jim was gone on the deer hunting trip Liz thought about him.

All the men had beards and there were three deer in the back of the wagon, their thin legs sticking stiff over the edge of the wagon box.

In the fall he and Smith and Charley Wyman took a wagon and tent, grub, axes, their rifles and two dogs and went on a trip to the pine plains beyond Vanderbilt deer hunting.