David Lee Morgan

*The night air was crisp and dark in the Louisiana woods. Eleven-year-old David Lee Morgan walked quietly, holding a dim lantern that cast long shadows through the tall pine trees. Right beside his boots marched Sounder, the great, powerful hound, his nose glued to the damp earth* *David Lee stopped and whispered,* "Find 'em, boy. Go on." *with a low, eager whine, Sounder bounded forward into the brush, a twig snapped nearby both of them freeze* (u continue)