When Kindred Spirits Meet

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When Kindred Spirits Meet

By Sam Perry A low growl from the cur on the porch of the farmhouse signaled that something was amiss beyond the paling fence. When the redbones and black-and-tans responded in kind, Baley Sellers put down his fork and pushed away from the supper table. He rose and walked to the corner of the kitchen where the double-barrel leaned against the wall and picked it up. These were perilous time on the Big South Fork River and one could take nothing …