But now he don't mind people.

He let the cook feed him a chunk o' meat the other day; and you remember he don't usually touch stuff that other men have handled." "Yep," grunted Buck, "it's sure disgustin' to have a dog as tame as that.

I'd bet he ain't killed another dog for a whole day, maybe!" And still Barry saw no irony in this.
He answered, as gravely as before: "No, it was the day before yesterday.
Somebody come to town and got drunk.

He had two dogs, and sicked 'em on Bart." Buck Daniels controlled an incipient shudder.
"Both dead ?" "I was inside the house," said Dan sadly, "and it took me a couple of seconds to get outside.

Of course by that time Bart had cut their throats." "Of course.