Timber was the best of the litter of five Walker hound puppies, bred for hunting coyotes. Like his father, Amos, he could take a cold trail under fresh snow, and he ran hard, saving his rolling bay until he caught sight of the coyote. Billy whipped around and spotted Timber for just a few strides before the hound reached the edge of Tumbledown’s cliffs and kept going, running out into space. Billy soon reached the top of The Chimney and looked down, but there was no sign of Timber.
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