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The Fox and the Hound 3: The Next Generation
Part Two: The Older Years
Chapter Nineteen: A-Hunting We Will Go, Part Two
Swift was out up in the more mountainous region of the forest. He always loved going up there, it was just so breathtakingly beautiful. Down below he could see the train tracks that the daily train passed by on. His father, Tod, never did like going around there. Swift had asked him why one time as a cub, but Tod never answered, so he never asked again.
Up ahead, he caught the scent of a rabbit. That would be an easy kill, so Swift tucked his legs up under him and pushed himself forward. The sudden movement scared the rabbit out of hiding, and the two began in a long chase around the mountain side.
Amos had parked the jeep somewhere around the base of one of the neighboring mountains that they resided near. The old hunter heard the distant sound of the daily train, remembering sadly that day Chief was hit. And now he was gone because of it. But the dogs didn't know about that, and didn't need to know about that, so he didn't say anything. Hopefully the pups would have enough sense to stay away from the tracks.
He leaned down and rubbed the three of them on the head. "All right, you rascals, let's see if ya'll are really hunting dogs like you were bred to be."
He gave a whistle, and all three of them went busting out of the truck and straight into the woods. Although Amos couldn't hear them, the pups were having a last-minute talk about their "game plan".
"All right, Smoky, you take the eastern side, and Beulah you take the west," Ace immediately instructed, being the natural-born leader that he was. "I'll keep going straight. Whoever finds something first, howl. Then the rest of us will catch up. Ready, and GO!"
With that, the three of them excitedly went into the direction that they were told to go in. It was a very good maneuver, for they would be able to cover more ground that way. Smoky's mind became temporarily cleared from the guilt he felt. Hunting always seemed to perk him up, so he decided he was going to have some fun hunting down those varmints for the Master!
Ace had gone quite a ways up the mountainside, and still hadn't found any fresh scents of game animals. He was beginning to lose hope when he did at last find something—fox. A young one from the smell of it, maybe a cub. Ace had long ago swore himself against hunting baby animals, so he overlooked it. A baby fox, that brought back memories of his few hours with cubs Swift and Autumn. He wondered what they were doing at that moment when he thought he heard something from a bush.
He perked up his long ears and stood there growling at the bush, wondering what would pop out. Instead of getting a possum, rabbit, or a quail what he got was . . . a baby fox. Possibly the one whose scent Ace had found earlier. Ace and the cub stared at each other for a minute, when Ace finally let out a sigh.
"Kid, don't you know better than to wander around on your own?" he asked, and saw the cub's eyes grow big. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, now what are you doing here alone?"
The cub swallowed and spoke. "I-I was looking for my big brother. He went hunting and I got bored so I followed him. But then I lost him because he went so fast and now I don't know where I am."
"Oh. Hm, okay, here's a deal," Ace told him, leaning his head down to whisper. "I'll help you find your brother, but only if you promise not to wander around on your own again. You could have run into a hunter or another dog who wouldn't have been as nice as I am."
"Yeah, sure, okay," the cub said, his nervousness wearing off a little bit. "My name's Blaze by the way."
"I'm Ace. Let's go find your brother."
So Ace has found a runaway Blaze, and they are about to run into Swift again! Will he and Ace remember each other? Will they still be friends? Will anything bad happen as a result? Keep reading to find out, and please review!