"Some buck, eh?" "Sure is," Ted said wryly. "I can imagine Thornton telling his adoring guests just what a Daniel Boone he had to be to get it." "After this season he won't be telling 'em at Crestwood." "Why not?" "Thornton's sold out." "Sold out!" "That's right." "When did all this happen?" "It's been hanging fire for a couple of months, but the prospective buyers met Thornton's price only three days ago. It was a stiff price." "Are you sure?" "I'm handling the book work." Ted said happily, "Alan, I love you!" The other looked suspiciously at him. "Do you feel all right?" "I never felt better!" Ted's heart sang. Game laws were game laws, and they applied to Carl Thornton as well as to everyone else. But Crestwood was important to the economy of the Mahela. One did not jeopardize the livelihood of those who worked there, or the sorely needed money Crestwood's guests spent in the Mahela, because of a single illegally killed buck or half a dozen of them. But now Ted was free to act. He sought and found John Wilson. "Shall we go?" "Guess we might as well. Looking holes right through this buck won't bring the other one in range. Wonder how the lucky cuss got it?" "I have an idea." "I expect you have. _Br-r!_ It's getting cold." "It will be colder. We have to hurry." John Wilson looked at him curiously. "What's up?" "I'll tell you in a minute." They got into the pickup. Ted started the motor that had not yet had time to cool completely, and a trickle of warmth came from the heater. John Wilson looked sharply at Ted. "All right. Give." "Did you notice anything unusual about that buck?" "Only that it's the biggest I ever saw." "It's also frozen solid." "I--I don't understand." "The weather hasn't been cold enough to freeze deer. Thornton never killed that buck today." "Then he--?" "That's it exactly." There was a short silence. John Wilson broke it with a quiet, "Is there a story behind it?" "There is." "Want to tell me?" Ted told of his love for the Mahela, and of a heart-rooted desire to dedicate his life to helping people enjoy it. He spoke of his work at Crestwood, and of his great dream to have a similar place, one day. He related as much as he knew, which was as much as anyone knew, of the story of Damon and Pythias. He told of Carl Thornton's commissioning him to get both bucks before the season opened, of his refusal to do so and the consequent loss of his job. He described the camp, and how and why it was built. Then the bombshell; Smoky Delbert's shooting and Al a fugitive in the Mahela. He spoke of his father's near-passionate interest in true conservation, and of his near-hatred for those who violated the sportsman's code. However, aware of Crestwood's importance to the Mahela, knowing that this violation would hurt and perhaps ruin Thornton, Al himself would not have reported it. But now that Thornton was leaving, was there any reason why he should be shielded?