Point by point

“I looked out in the yard and seen a magnificent eight-point buck eatin’ apples.”

Wild ones, fallen from the tree between us.

“And the velvet was gone from his antlers, right?”


With only a flash a few days earlier, I had noticed something different in its bearing. Like being a kid no more but a handsome young prince. One with a shiny sword ever so proudly.

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