"Been long in this country ?" he asked.
"Three winters.

It's a good red fox country, with now and then a silver and a black." Breault grunted.
"You must have met Cassidy, then," he said casually, without looking at McKay.

"Corporal Terence Cassidy.

This is his country." Jolly Roger did not look up from his work of digging.
"Yes, I know him.

Met him last winter.