Not long after Jack Barlow rented a small house and moved into the pretty little mountain village to run a timbering operation, he was standing at his back door late one afternoon when a big blue-ticked setter trotted through the yard. (The phantom setter)

My travels below Mason and Dixon's line had been too hurried and conventional for me to learn much about the south until Geoffrey Granvelle invited me down for wild-turkey shooting. (The swamp)

It was a beautiful habitat group of white mountain sheep. (There was a bigger one)

The sky was beginning to pale as Furness Hollis came out of the scrub pine at the edge of his clearing. (Gone away!)

It was the dog that brought Yancy back into Jake Fischer's mind again after so many years: Yancy the debonair, the intrepid, cool hunter who had once stood up to a bear with nothing but a knife to prove to himself that he wasn't afraid of fear, the man Jake had so tremendously admired. (Long duel)