We shot the rabbit in midafternoon.

Four of us walked a logging road, shotguns pointed down, and it darted out of the bushes. One of the boys — they all went to Vietnam and two came back mostly whole, except for 40 or 60 years of coming nightmares and regrets — pulled up and put it down.

Just like that. A blur of fur one second, a limp body the next.

The boys were fast, three country boys in the Alabama woods on an autumn day, dragging along their cousin &mdas ...

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